Scream For me

NORA

It’s not stalking if the guy is your dad’s best friend, right?

That’s what I tell myself as I sit in my car with a pair ofNôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

binoculars stuck to my eyes. This is a totally sane thing for an 18-year-old to be doing on a Friday night. Not nutty at all. The truth is that I’m just waiting to see if anyone comes by about the room he just put up for rent.

The room I’m planning on renting.

Ethan lives pretty close to the college campus, so I’m sure there’s going to be a ton of people interested in it, and I can’t let any of them get it. Just the thought of some other young girl living so close to him has me gritting my teeth. That can’t happen.

As soon as I see his black Jeep pull in the driveway, I breathe a sigh of relief and let all the tension run out of me. Just the sight of him makes me happy. The streetlights aren’t bright enough to completely illuminate him, but it’s enough for me to see his light brown hair and broad shoulders. I watch him walk to his front door, marveling at how anyone can look so damn sexy just walking. He just looks so confident and powerful, and I can’t help but squirm a little bit in my seat.

Once he’s inside, I force myself to wait. I can’t just go barging in the second he gets home. It will look way too obvious. Moving my ass around some more, I try to get comfortable, but now I’m all wet after seeing him, and I’m having a really hard time focusing on anything else.

Movement catches my eye, and I bring my attention back to Ethan’s house. He hasn’t pulled the curtains shut, and I can see him pacing the length of his room. He’s talking to somebody on his cell, and oh sweet Jesus, he’s taken his T-shirt off. A small groan escapes me when I run my eyes over all that magnified muscle. The binoculars make it seem like he’s close enough to touch, and all I can think about is running my body all over that hard flesh.

Without consciously making the decision to do so, my right hand is moving up my inner thigh and diving beneath my skirt. For a brief moment, I remember where I am. Am I really going to do this? Am I really going to masturbate in a fucking parked car with a pair of binoculars pressed to my eyes?

My fingers edge under my wet panties telling me that yes, I definitely am. I’m beyond wet, and my finger easily slides all the way in. I grip the binoculars tighter as my breathing picks up. Ethan has stopped pacing and turned toward the window. I know he can’t see me. He’s not even looking in my direction, but a thrill shoots through me nonetheless, and I start to rub my clit faster. God, his body is a thing of beauty. My eyes roam over his defined abs before going back to his pecs and broad shoulders.

Working my hand faster, I feel the beginnings of the orgasm already starting. Right as it starts to wash over me, I raise the binoculars so I can see his face. The golden stubble on his cheeks, his full, kissable lips, and when I see his gorgeous green eyes, I moan his name into my empty car and cum with a fierceness that leaves me shaking.

I lazily rub my clit, moaning when it sends little aftershocks of pleasure all through me. Dropping the binoculars, I notice that I’ve fogged up my windows. God, it looks like I’ve been doing some heavy making out in here. Nope, good neighbors of Ethan, I’ve just been fucking myself in my car while parked on your lovely street. Once I start giggling, I can’t stop. By the time I get control of myself, I have tears running down my face, and I’m starting to worry about my sanity.

This is what happens when you become completely obsessed with an older man and keep yourself a virgin for him. You go nuts! Well, all that’s about to change. I’m going to rent this room, and I’m going to make Ethan mine. Soon, I’ll be fucking that gorgeous man in the window, and there will be no more solo sessions in my car.

With a smile, I pull down my skirt and open the door. I look up at his window right as he looks over at me, and the wide smile he gives me sends a shiver of excitement up and down my spine. By the time I get to his door, he’s already ended the call and is standing there in nothing but a pair of jeans. For a moment I can’t speak. All I can do is stare at his amazing body and hope I’m not drooling.

When I manage to bring my eyes to his face, there’s a very amused look in his green eyes. I also can’t help but notice the heat in them, even if he does try to hide it. Very briefly his eyes run down my body, and I know he’s taking in my braless tits and the short skirt I’m wearing.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t act on any of that, though. Instead, he brings his eyes back to mine and gives me a big smile, ushering me in.

“What are you up to, Nora?”

I try not to hide my disappointment when he grabs the T-shirt he’d been wearing and throws it back on. I watch as that gorgeous body disappears from view, one perfect inch at a time.

When I look back at him, he looks as if he’s trying not to laugh. I feign ignorance and go sit on his couch. He sits down at the other end and tilts his body so he can see me, resting his arms on the side and back of the couch and propping his ankle on his knee. I desperately want to crawl and sit in his lap, but muster up the restraint to stay where I am.

He lifts an eyebrow at me, waiting.

“Well, I wanted to talk to you about something,” I say, suddenly very, very nervous.

“Is everything okay?” He looks at me a little worried and then adds, “You look really flushed. Are you feeling okay?”