Enemies Without a Limit

Chapter 7

 She ran out into foggy, chill air as she remembered where he lived, it was an involuntary, unwanted detail of their shared past—before everything went wrong. She ran like an idiot, ignoring the frost building on her cheeks and the confused looks and stares. She knew she was going to be late, but she didn't care too much. She was almost excited, ready to prove to herself that she wasn't what everyone thought she was. She had already started brewing a plan against Miles.

 She reached the corner of his block, slowing her pace as the reality of the situation sunk in. Am I really going to go through with this? She knew she had to, it was part of their 'contract', but it felt...dirty and sleazy.

 As she neared the house, she could see that he was already waiting at his front step, a light scowl on his face, but that was his usual expression. "You're late."

 "Are your parents home?" she asked, choosing to ignore him. She didn't want to waste time with all the bickering and bantering.

 "No." he answered before turning on his heel towards the lower level door leading to their basement. 

"Why can't we go inside your house?" she asked as they stepped through the threshold, but his annoyed expression told her that he wouldn't be answering any of her questions. The basement was cold and a bit dingy. There was stored, dusty furniture everywhere from fridges to worn out sofas. There was an old mattress on a metal framed bed with a pink sheet laid out across it. She removed her coat from her shoulders, choosing to hang it on one of the broken hooks along the wall beside her. 

There was a single bulb in the center of the room and he didn't waste any time as he strode across the room and tugged the light switch on. "Take off your clothes." he ordered, as he tore off his shirt, revealing his rippling muscular arms and abs. She watched in silence as he continued to undress, only able to play with the hem of her shirt.  

He paused long enough, before taking off his pants, to look at her in frustration. "C'mon, Naomi. It's either you take it off yourself, or I'm going to have to do it." 

"Okay. Fine." she replied in a choked voice. Why am I acting like such a pansy? Her hands shook as she tried to take off her cashmere sweater, but they wouldn't allow her to move it past her midriff. 

"I don't bite." Darryl teased as he stepped towards her. He took control as he raised the shirt over her head and tossed it off to the side of the bed. His eyes ogled her black, laced bra, and the perky breasts that laid behind them. Next, he brought his hands on her waist, bringing her closer as his fingers made a trail to and from her butt. Naomi's knees buckled as his hands cupped her thighs from behind, rubbing her sensually, his lips on her neck. "Should I continue to undress you, or can you do it yourself?" He whispered against her burning skin, slowly easing his hands off her. She grabbed his hands before they could leave the warmth of her body urging him to continue. He licked his lips before curving them into a devilish smile, his hands locked on her ass pulling her forward sealing any remaining space between them. He moved to the front of her pants, playfully teasing her. She let out a soft moan, forgetting how cold it was until his hands touched her. It took a lot of effort to form words, but she knew she had to get it out.  

"Darryl, I...I don't have..time for, for...foreplay." stuttering her words. 

"Hmm?" he asked with a throaty laugh-she knew he heard her. He started to ease her jeans down past her butt, revealing her bright pink satin colored panties.  

"Darryl, please." she urged, on the verge of breaking. Her knees slumped more as he knelt down to ease her jeans past her knees. He gently dragged soft kisses startimg from her chest, onto her navel, making a trail down until his lips touched the material of her panties, finally slipping her pants past her ankles. He smirked as he looked up into her eager, anxious eyes. "Would you like to stop and move onto the bed, or should I—" he began before slipping his index finger between her legs gently rubbing the fabric, hinting to continue playing his game. Her knees shook further, until her legs started to tremble along.