Scream For me

Well, there may be one thing I can do. Before I talk myself out of it, I reach under my shirt and undo my bra, wiggling out of it and tossing it back on my bed. A naughty giggle escapes when I see my hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of my shirt. I give a small jump and giggle even harder at the way it makes my tits bounce. This feels sinfully wicked, and I love it.

Crossing my arms over my chest as nonchalantly as I can, I speed walk to the front door, yell a quick goodbye, and run to my car, giggling like mad at the way my tits bounce the whole way. The drive to Mr. Bancroft’s is a short one, just enough time for me to get super nervous and doubt my ability to see my plan through.

I’ve been crushing hard on him ever since he moved to our small town. He’s originally from London, and his accent alone is enough to get me wet, but his sexy voice isn’t all he’s got going on. It’s paired with a muscular body and gorgeous face and the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen.

When I pull into his drive, a shiver of anticipation runs up my spine, but there’s also a little bit of fear. If he’s not into me, then I’m going to show up with my tits on full display, feeling like a real dumbass.

Only one way to find out. I force myself out of my car and walk up to his front door. Giving a knock, I step back and right when I’ve convinced myself to go back for my bra, the door opens and I’m staring at Mr.

Bancroft’s sexy everything.

“Hi, Leah,” he says, and it takes all my willpower to not moan at the way he says my name. His eyes run over me, widening slightly when he sees my hard nipples, and I want to die from embarrassment, but then I notice the way he clenches his jaw and how his eyes turn hungry as they run over my tits and then my bare legs.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Finally, he meets my eyes and gives me a soft laugh. “Sorry, please come in,” he says, stepping aside and waving me in.

I walk past him, our bodies only inches apart, and the smell of his cologne nearly has me turning and burying my nose in his neck. I want to rub all over his body and mark myself with his scent. Is that crazy talk? Do other people feel this way? I have no idea and nothing to base it on. I don’t have any real girlfriends, and my parents have been sleeping in separate twin beds for as long as I can remember.

“It was nice of you to come over to grab this stuff,” he says, pulling me from my inner ramblings.

“Of course, Mr. Bancroft. I’m happy to help.”

He laughs and lays a hand on my shoulder to guide me into the living room. My thin T-shirt is between us, but my skin still tingles from his touch, and I’ve never wanted to feel someone’s hands on my body so badly in my life. He lets go far too soon so he can point at a few boxes stacked in the corner.

“It’s just a few things for donation. Your dad mentioned the church was collecting things for a charity drive.”

I walk over and take a peek in the top box, smiling when I see books and some clothes.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Bancroft. This is perfect.” “Call me Adam,” he says, smiling at how happy I am.

I’m not at all ready to go back home yet, and I let out a relieved sigh when he asks, “Can I get you something to drink?”

“I’d love some water,” I say, following him into the kitchen.

I lean against the counter, nosily looking around and liking what I’m seeing. It’s clean and modern, but it also feels warm and cozy. It very much feels like Adam, and I could happily live here.

Woah! Where the hell did that come from? Slow your roll there, Leah, I tell myself, choking on the water he just handed me. I cough and spill water all over my chest, feeling like such an idiot.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, but there’s only silence. I’m too afraid to meet his eyes, worried that he’s pissed about me spilling water everywhere, but when I finally do look up, it’s to a ravenous look that freezes me in place.

His eyes are glued to my chest, and when I look down, I let out a mortified squawk. Without a bra, it looks like I’ve just entered a wet T-shirt contest. My nipples and areolae are on full display, and the cold water has made my nipples even harder than they were.

My first thought is to run, but that’s because I thought he’d be disgusted or angry or just not at all interested, but now that I see how much he likes what he’s seeing, it gives me the kick in the ass I so desperately need.

Channeling the inner vixen that usually only makes an appearance when I’m humping something, I smile at Adam and bring my hands to my tits, cupping them and massaging them as he lets out a soft groan.

“What are you doing?” he asks, and I smile even bigger at the way his voice is all husky.

“Being a little wicked.” I toss my head back and give my nipples a hard pinch, moaning at how damn good it feels. Meeting his eyes again, I say, “I’m so tired of always being good, Adam. Can’t I just be naughty for a little bit?”

“You want to be naughty, love?” “Fuck yes,” I moan.

His lips quirk up as if he’s fighting a smile. He steps closer and cups my face, running his thumb lightly over my lips. “Such a dirty mouth for a

Sunday school teacher.”

“You have no idea.”

He lifts a dark eyebrow at me. “How much of a wicked girl are you?”

I give my nipples another pinch, feeling my panties mold to my pussy from how wet they are. “Wicked because of things I’ve done or wicked because of things I want to do?”

He smiles and says, “Both.”

“Well, I’ve never done anything with anyone, Adam, except myself, so not a very wicked girl from things I’ve done, but my thoughts are very wicked.”