Enemies Without a Limit

Chapter 4

He moved to near the bed, watching as she removed her red heels and pants, revealing her black lace panties. "Hey...do you mind if we leave the lights off?" she asked cautiously, as she played with the ends of her top. Darryl didn't even notice that the room was dark, pitch-dark. The only light that could be seen was a stream of moonlight that hit the center of the bed. "Sure." he agreed, he really didn't care about how they did it, but more about when. He stood at the base of the bed where Naomi kneeled, just itching to touch her bare skin. Somehow in the darkness he was able to find her lips as he cupped and squeezed the bare skin of her ass. Her hands roamed to his head as she whisked of his grey-knitted hat, feeling his wavy hair. Her hands continued through his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders, without missing a beat. Next was his white, v-neck T, which he took off himself, only breaking apart for a fraction of a second as he pulled it over his head.

His hands plastered on her ass as hers slipped in between them feeling the hard, sculpted abs. He couldn't help but grin, he knew girls were suckers for his abs and was glad to know that a girl like Naomi wasn't an exception. He soon took the lead as he pushed her back onto the bed, climbing and hovering right between her thighs. He didn't want to waste time, he came here for one reason and forplay just wasn't an option.

They removed the remaining clothes, throwing them from the bed askew, finally being able to feel every inch of her heated being. "Darryl, please." she silently pleaded. A few giggles escaped from her lips, but Darryl didn't care to ask what was funny. With a swift motion, he spread her wider, placing protection on him securely before filling her with everything, every inch he had.

There was a soft moan of satisfaction resounding throughout the dark room, Darryl too lost to decipher to whom it belonged to. All he knew was that she was warm- he didn't know whether it was the drunkenness talking but she was perfect too, or at least near perfect. There was one thing he noticed though, one thing he couldn't decide whether it mattered to him, but she wasn't screaming in pain, that she wasn't a virgin.

But he easily put it aside, knowing that his fun was just about to end. They both wimpered their last moan, as they finally collapsed onto the bed, side by side. The only sound that could be heard was the muffled sounds of laughter and party music outside the locked door and their feverish panting.

After catching their breaths she casually rolled onto him. Fuck no! he thought as he rolled of the bed from under her. "Is there something wrong?" she asked frightened as she noticed he was dressing. He rolled his eyes, and chuckled, "Um...nah, I don't 'cuddle'." taking the time to pause and add air quotes. "Oh." she said as she rose up from the bed and started gathering her clothing.

The second she kneeled over to grab her things, and stood, she started to feel nauseaous and zipped into the bathroom adjacent to the bed. Darryl, fully clothed, opened the nearby lightswitch, squinting at the blaring light above his head. "You iight?" he asked in differently as he heard her gagging from behind the bathroom door.

"Yea, I'm just a 'lil-" she started before Darryl left the room. He honestly could care less whether or not she was okay, he got what he came for, and to him there was no point in sticking around, trying to make conversation.

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"Where have you been," shouted Jazzy over the loud booming of the music. It was almost midnight, and Naomi was ready to go home. "We have been looking all over...wait are you...drunk?!"

"Shhhh," Naomi whispered childishly, pressing her index finger onto Jazzy's lips. "Don't tell my parents." said said as she giggled loudly.

Jazzy gripped Naomi arm and pulled her along toward the front door with Nathan right behind, "We are going home!"

"No! I didn't tell Miles I'm leaving. Lemme go!" Naomi slurred struggling to break free from Jazzy's grip as they stepped onto the street, the brisk March night air nipping at every inch of bare skin.

"No, let's go Nay," she said sternly, dragging her along. Naomi ultimately slumped her shoulders, giving up, as they slowly climbed into Nathan's drove off.

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The party was pretty much over. More than half the guest had left, and few lingered in hope for some last minute excitement, the music had died down to a soft murmur, because the neighbors were starting to complain. Darryl and the guys, were sitting around in the backyard of Miles' house, passing around their final beer.

"Yo Amir, did you bone that freak?" asked Darryl mockingly, knowing that his attempt at the floosy who threw herself at him earlier, wasn't desperate enough to be with Amir.

"Nahh...but I did bone Tameeka." Amir retorted. The boys joined in a chorus of oo's and oh's as Darryl punched Amir in the arm. "Hey guys," Miles called out from inside the house, "You guys should go, I gotta get this place cleaned up before my parents get back tomorrow."

He looked tired, obviously Tameeka worn him out, but he looked anxious too, afraid his parents would catch him in the act of throwing a party with alcohol. "Yea sure." said Jadyn as they got up to leave. As they left through the side entrance of the house, Darryl wouldn't admit it but he honestly didn't to go home, no one was there and his dad had been gone for only a couple of days but there was no where to turn. His dad was the only family left in Staten Island, and no one he knew was willing enough to help him. He felt around around his pockets, trying to feel for his phone hoping that his dad had called, but couldn't find it.

"Uhh, shit," he murmured under his breath, "You guys go on ahead, I left something in the house." he said as he rushed back in to house searched the dancing area, and then the kitchen. He hoped no one would have stolen it, as he checked in every closet he had remembered being in, still no luck. He decided to check the bedroom where he and Naomi had been in, as raced upstairs. He quickly turned on the light and searched high and low under every pillow and every sheet, faint memories coming back to him about what they had done. Even the stench of Naomi's throw-up still hung in the air, but he ignored it, determined to find his phone.

He finally looked under the bed and there it was. He looked through his phone, no new messages and no missed calls. He sighed as he sat down on the bed defeated, deciding where he could go from here, but there was no other option but home. He reluctantly got up, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of gold by the bedside floor. He knelt down and retrieved what was a gold watch, an expensive looking one too, one that a woman would wear. He toyed with it in his hands, looking at the detail of it until he caught sight of the engraving that read: Naomi M. He chuckled to himself as he pocketed the watch, and headed out the house. He and Naomi weren't quite finished yet.