Head Over Heels

by Ford, Brenda

  “I guess we can’t help who we fall for, can we? She must like him a lot. But as she went to meet him for a date, she found him with the woman that he left her for before… so that’s a mess.”

  Oh no, that’s just awful. For her to swallow her pride and to basically beg him to take her back, just for him to do that to her is gut wrenching. It feels really unbearable in the pit of my stomach.

  “She’s really hurt by him, obviously.” Oliver snorts angrily. “But I still don’t think she can see that she’s able to do better than him. I tried to tell her as much. There are plenty of guys out there who would want her…”

  I don’t know why, but the way that he says this brings out a spike of jealousy within me. Does he mean himself by this comment? Does he want Rosie? Is this ‘best friend’ thing all faked up and they are secretly in love with one another, leaving me as just a pawn in their stupid games? Am I about to be made a fool of?

  No, I shut that thought down as quickly as it comes. Don’t be stupid. Don’t be immature and jealous.

  Of course that isn’t the case. If they wanted one another then they would be together. That would have happened long before I came along. I’m just feeling possessive because I’m so in to Oliver and this relationship. I don’t want to lose him. But that also means that I can’t push him away with any silliness.

  “So, how did you leave it?” I ask him, needing to find out more. “Is she okay? What happened with Tristan?”

  “She fell asleep, finally. I don’t know what she thinks about Tristan, she went very up and down throughout the evening, but she’s sleeping now anyway. She can’t do anything silly while she’s asleep.”

  I’m not too sure about that. People can do all kinds of things in the middle of the night, especially if she’s been drinking. But there isn’t anything that me and Oliver can do about that, so we might as well lose ourselves in each other. Maybe we can even pick up where we left off. We were having fun before, weren’t we?

  I grab his cheeks and pull him in for a kiss, hoping that he can forget all about Rosie for a moment now, to just be with me. Thankfully, he molds in to me right away, more than happy to be back in my arms. I don’t need any reassurance or anything, that thought was just a moment of madness, but it’s nice to have it confirmed that he only wants to be with me. It’s good to feel like I won’t ever lose him.

  As we kiss, I move my hand slowly up high thigh, heading for his most sensitive area. My heart races, I can practically feel him in my hand already, and I can’t wait for that sensation again. Cleary, Oliver feels the same way because he tangles his fingers up in my hair and yanks me closer, until I’m sitting across his lap, straddling him. His bulge presses hard against my core, showing me what I’m in for soon enough. Him filling me up again.

  “Mmm, that feels nice,” Oliver groans as I massage him through his trousers. “Your hands are amazing.”

  I rub faster, loving the little sounds that vibrate in his throat. I absolutely love it when he loses himself and he becomes his most vulnerable, leaving all the power at my fingertips. That really turns me on. It’s a different side to him, one that most people really don’t get to see, and I’m so grateful to have that reserved for me. It makes me feel like I am the luckiest woman alive. This is just another reason why I don’t want to let him go ever.

  I might also be falling for him, hard and fast, but I don’t want to focus too much on that because it’s scary. Falling in love with someone so fast is terrifying. But at the same time, I kinda like it.

  Eventually, his throbbing cock becomes too much for me. The material is in the way, so I hook my fingers around the waist band of his trousers, and I slip them down, taking his boxers down too.

  It’s my turn to moan with sheer ecstasy as I hold him in my hand, stroking his thick length up and down, causing him to tense up and tremble. I push up in to a sitting position so I can watch what I’m doing to him and I can see the contortion of his face as well. He really is close to losing it, and I love that.

  “Fuck, Ellie, fuck you are…” he starts, but he quickly loses his words. “You are…”

  The needier and more vigorous his moans become, the more I can feel a deep pulsing at my core. It actually turns me on when I give him pleasure as much as when he works his magic on me. I so enjoy seeing his eyes loll back, his head fall to the side, his expression cave to the sensation. I love everything about him.

  He fixes his eyes on me as I slide down his body a little, my mouth edging towards him. I haven’t tasted him yet, I’ve been a little nervous to do so, but the time feels right. I’m so safe with Oliver, I trust him so much. I know that he will feel this way for me even if I struggle like crazy with it.

  At first, I lean my head down and I simply kiss his tip, trying to see how much he likes it. His hips buck off the bed, eager for more, which is a very good sign. So, with that encouragement, I part my mouth a little wider and I slip all of him between my lips, sliding him as far towards the back of my throat as I can.

  He’s so huge, it’s almost painful to take him in as much as I can, but I stretch my mouth wide and trace my tongue over him. I move my mouth and tongue in a way that feels the most natural, and he loves it.

  “Fuck!” he cries out, his fingers curling tightly around my shoulders. “That feels so good.”

  Under the power of his words, I work his cock enthusiastically, quickly figuring out what he likes. And he likes it a lot. Wow, he really loves it. His whole body vibrates with the need.

  “I’m going to come, Ellie,” he warns. “You’re making me lose my mind.”

  I don’t stop. If anything, I move faster, I flicker my tongue more vigorously, I want him to come in my mouth. I want to taste him, all of him, I want to feel what it’s like to experience all of him.

  “Shit.” He buckles hard, his body screaming out almost louder than the sounds coming from his chest. “Shit, Ellie. Oh my God, you are perfect. You are fucking everything to me…”

  All of a sudden, my mouth fills with his sweet salty desire. There’s so much of it that it explodes and bursts down my throat, making sure I get a real taste… and I like it a lot. It isn’t what I expected, but because it’s a part of Oliver, it’s the most incredible taste in the world. I pull myself upwards, making sure to swallow everything else down before giving him a giant grin. He looks defeated, deflated, all because of me. I have done this to him because he is so turned on me, because he likes me as much as I like him.

  “My God, Ellie, you have no idea how good you are. At everything,” he gasps out through ragged panting breaths. “I’m so glad that you are my woman. I don’t know what I’d do without you now.”

  His woman. That’s all I have ever wanted to be. I lean into him, snuggling against him, pouring all of my feelings in to him. This is honestly the happiest that I have ever been, and I never want this to end.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Oliver

  I hold the box in my hand, checking the gift wrapping one last time, admiring the work that the lady in the jeweler’s shop did. I want tonight to be perfect and that needs to start now. I need Ellie to have the best night of her life, the best birthday ever because it’s her first one with me. If this thing between us does last forever, then having an amazing memory like this one will be awesome for both of us.

  “Right.” I then glance at my reflection in the mirror, hoping that my shirt and trousers combo works. I want to be dressed up, but I don’t want to go too far and look like I’m trying too hard. “Let’s go.”

  I feel different as I walk over to Ellie’s home to pick her up, all buzzing, full of thrill. So far, we’ve only really spent time together hanging out at my place, this will be the first time we go out together as a couple, our first real date. First dates usually make me all anxious and worked up, even when they have been with people I’ve known before the date, but with Ellie I feel comfortable and relaxed. Like I have nothing to worry about in the world. I know that she just likes me for who I
am and that makes me comfortable with myself.

  Is she my girlfriend now? I wonder as I get to the door. My first ever real girlfriend?

  There was one girl once upon a time, just at the end of high school, who called herself my girlfriend, but I never asked her, and I never really thought about it. Even though we were the same age, I found her very immature. Fun at times, but annoying at others. Luckily, I had the excuse of going to college to end things without making too much drama for myself. Of course, she wanted drama, so she created that for herself, but I kept out of it. That was the moment I decided to only use that title if I was really sure about someone.

  The thing is with Ellie I do feel really sure. I know that me and her are genuine. I do want her to be my girlfriend. I’m certain about her, more than I ever thought possible, so tonight I might make it official.

  I grin to myself and bang on the door, practically bouncing as I wait for her to open up. It seems like she’s waiting right on the other side, because she swings it open right away, dressed in the most gorgeous red dress that I have ever seen. It clings tightly to her cleavage, giving me a tiny glimpse of her breasts, and it cascades out at her waist, scooping passed her knees. Her hair has ringlets in it, she has clearly done that especially for tonight and it looks amazing, so does her lovely make up. She is more beautiful than I have ever seen her before.

  “Wow,” I gush. “You look wonderful. Too beautiful for words. That dress is… wow, amazing.”

  “You don’t look too bad yourself, handsome.” She giggles before kissing me. “And what is this?”

  I hand her the box and she eagerly pulls it open, her eyes lighting up as she sees the delicate white gold bracelet inside. The heart diamond hangs off the middle section, making her gasp with happiness.

  “This is for me?” she cries out. “Are you serious? You got this for me?”

  “Of course I did! I want you to have a lovely birthday and you deserve something nice.”

  I take it from the box and fix it around her wrist. She keeps her gaze fixed on me the entire time and when I met her gaze again, she looks like she is crying with happiness. The bracelet fits her really well and looks lovely on her. Almost as if it was made only for her. Custom designed to suit Ellie Clark.

  “Thank you so much,” she whispers. “This is the nicest thing that anyone has ever done for me.”

  “Well, take it as the first of many.” I kiss her on the top of her head. “Because if you stick around with me then I plan to treat you like a princess all the time. I will make every day great for you.”

  “Oh my God, will you stop that?” she giggles. “You’re going to make me weep in a moment. I’m already a little emotional and I don’t want to end up ruining my mascara by crying like a baby.”

  She makes an exaggerated gesture of wiping tears away and I can’t help but laugh at her. She’s so funny and cute. I absolutely adore her. My chest swells with how much I like her. I feel like I might burst.

  “Come on then, let’s get going. Let’s actually enjoy your first proper night out here.”

  I hold out my elbow to her and she slips her hand through the gap. Then we start walking to a nearby bar where we can get our first drink. If she enjoys herself, we can then get a cab to some more bars further in the town. I just want to ensure that she is relaxed and happy with whatever we do. The ball of tonight is in her court.

  I glance backwards as we walk away, feeling a pair of eyes upon us. I don’t know if they are coming from Ellie’s place or mine, and I can’t see anyone attached to the gaze, but I feel it all the same. It’s as if someone isn’t happy for me and Ellie and they don’t want me take her out tonight… but I force myself to quickly shake that sensation off. I don’t want anything ruining right now, I have been looking forward to this for far too long. Me and Elie will have the most incredible night and I won’t let anything get in my way.

  * * *

  “I am having the best time,” Ellie declares as she spins around in the middle of the bar. I think that she might be a little tipsy, but she really is enjoying herself, so I don’t mind taking care of her. “Thank you so much.”

  “You are more than welcome. Do you want another drink? Although maybe a water first.”

  “Ooh, water. Yes please.” She nods encouragingly. “I am so thirsty right now. Water sounds great.”

  She hops on to the bar stool and waits patiently for me to get the water for her. I keep darting my eyes towards her as I wait to be served and I’m blown away by how incredible she is. I don’t think she has even noticed that every eye on the bar is on her, that all the guys want her, which makes her so much more attractive. I would never have to worry about her being stolen from me because she seems to only have eyes for me.

  “Oh, let’s dance!” she finally declares, growing tired of waiting. “I love this song.”

  “Oh no, I don’t really dance,” I admit. “I don’t think I’m very good at it.”

  “Me neither, but we can’t be bad together, can’t we? It will be fun!”

  I catch a sparkle from her bracelet and remember my vow to make this the best night of her life. Even if I don’t normally dance, if that’s what she wants to do then I will give it a try. I might make an ass out of myself, but what is more important? The way that others see me or Ellie having the best time ever?

  “Okay, fine.” I surrender. “If you want to dance badly, then let’s do it.”

  She takes my hand and leads me towards the dance floor. Luckily, there are lots of other people around, so we probably won’t be seen which is good. I can just focus on her. On us.

  Immediately, I’m struck by how wrong Ellie was. She is actually an amazing dancer! The way that she moves, the way that her hips shake, she looks incredible. My heart balls up in my throat, it pounds hard and fast, I feel like I’m on fire. As she grabs my top and she pulls me towards her, I try and move in time with her but to be honest I’m so distracted by her sensuality that it’s basically impossible to do so.

  “You are wonderful,” I whisper against her, my words tickling her ear. “I adore you.”

  She dips downwards, her hips heading towards the floor, and as I watch her down there and I remember the sensation of being in her mouth, I nearly lose my damn mind. She’s the sexiest woman alive.

  “Come here.” I wiggle my finger at her and cause her to rise to her feet, her eyes fixed on me the entire time. “Ellie, I want to be your boyfriend. I like you so much, so will you be my girlfriend?”

  She kisses me hard and nods enthusiastically. “Of course I will. I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

  This time as we start dancing, we’re more slow dancing romantically in one another’s arms, despite the music being far too fast for that. But we’re in our own little bubble and no one else exists. She’s my girlfriend now, we’re committed to one another, and I love it. After hearing more about Rosie’s complicated love life, I’m even more grateful to have someone who makes it so easy to fall for her… and I’m definitely going to fall for her.

  I’ve been falling for her for a while now, and I know that it won’t take long for me to get fully comfortable with the L word. Ellie will be the best person to love in the world.

  “Shall we go for some water now?” she asks me softly. “I really am thirsty.”

  “Of course.” I take her hand in mine and lead her to the bar, swimming in a warm sense of joy. I can’t believe how straight forward it was to take that step, to claim her as my own. Now, it’s official.

  Ellie perches on a seat by the bar and she occasionally kisses me as we wait. Even now, with all the other people surrounding us to try and get the attention of the bar tender, it’s just me and her. I might even suggest that we leave soon so we can go back to my place and end this party in the sexiest way ever.

  Mmm, I can’t wait for that. I am already planning all the things that I will do to her. I shoot her a seductive look, hoping that she will sense just what I’m thinking about. I want to turn he
r on too.

  “What can I get you?” But the bar tender catches my attention first.

  “Oh, erm, two waters please. And two glasses of wine as well.”

  He darts his eyes between me and Ellie, his eyes narrowing strangely. I wonder if he’s curious as to how I ended up with such a beauty. Sometimes, I wonder that too. She’s far too good for me.

  “Do you have any ID, love?” He aims that question at Ellie. “I need proof of your age.”

  “What?” I can’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of this. “Are you joking? It’s her birthday.”

  “Yeah, what birthday?” he shoots back wryly. “How old is she?”

  I stare at Ellie, wanting to see her laugh at how crazy this is too, but she’s gone all pale. She looks like she might throw up actually. I don’t think another glass of wine is a good idea after all. We might need to get out of here before this gets a whole lot worse. I’m done with this conversation anyway, and this bar, it’s dumb.

  “My ID?” she whispers. “I don’t know about that. I don’t… have it?”

  She’s lying. What the hell? Why the hell is she lying?

  Chapter Eighteen

  Ellie

  I’m not going to get away with this, even in my drunken state I know that there’s no escaping the inevitable. They want me to show my ID which means my whole cover is blown. Not only will this night come to an end way before either of us are ready for it, but Oliver will know my secret as well.

  I wasn’t necessarily keeping my age a secret, I was going to tell him eventually, but I wanted to do it under my own terms. Not like this. Not in front of all these people… but I don’t have a choice. This horrible, sobering moment that promises to ruin my birthday, is where I’m going to have to do it.

  With all eyes upon me, or at least it feels that way, I dip my hand in to my bag and pull out my wallet. I’m shaking, actually trembling pretty violently, as I search around in there to find the little ID card, the small innocuous item that threatens to tear my life apart for good.