Enemies Without a Limit

Chapter 7

"Darryl, I don't have enough time to waste," she urged, growing impatient, though her body was rebelling every thought she had in her mind. 

"Believe me, I'm not wasting time." he said as he abruptly stood up, releasing her from his grasp causing her to stumble. Without hesitation, he tugged his pants down—along with his boxers, and leaped and relaxed himself onto the bed. She remained at the far corner of the room, willing herself not to look at his bare body. He laughed, noting her distress. "Naomi," he began with an easy smirk, folding his arms behind his head, "We've seen each other naked already. It's okay to look. Damn, the way you're acting right now, I woulda that you were a virgin." 

How can he be so comfortable about this? She crept nervously toward the bed, squinting her eyes so she wouldn't see much. She mounted the bed as she slowly straddled him, positioning herself so that his member was behind her, away from view. He leaned forward, reaching up with one hand to pull her hips down onto him, with the other he used it to free her breasts from her bra. Naomi's breathing peaked as the cool air touched her bare skin, but quickly recovered as his hands provided warmth. She waited to hear a snide remark, but it never came. Hmm...maybe he's more mature than I actually give him credit for. 

"What are these? A-cups?" he asked, playing with them in his hands laughing. Yea, I would've thought. She swallowed her fears as she gazed behind her, "What is that? Your belly button?" she retorted, even though what she saw wasn't small at all. Darryl's face fell grim. "Is that what you think?" he asked with a raised brow. She bit her lip, trying to hold back her laughter, his hands grazed over her butt once more, this time in more of a rush than his usual game, as he whisked off her panties, and flipping her on her back in a swift second. She released a sound—a mix of a giggle and a moan—as he kissed her deeply. He fumbled with something between them, and she couldn't figure it out until he tore away to tear a condom wrapper with his teeth. He eased it onto himself and slowly filled her.

Her lips reached for his, but instead he recoiled. "So, tell me," he began as if the were casually speaking, "Does this feel small to you?" he asked. She knew what he wanted to hear, but decided against it and left her mouth shut, but he continued to press her.

"Are you gonna answer me or would you like me to stop?" he ordered, slowly pulling away from her. "Darryl, stooopp." she pleaded in whimpers.

"You want me to stop?" he smirked as her mocked her, pausing.

"Noo!" she breathed as she tried to push herself onto him, but he was quick to recoil again.

"Answer the question." he pressed as he laughed. "Ugh, I fuckin' hate you!" she pouted as she squirmed under him.

"Answer the question." he repeated. 

"No." she succumbed, feeling helpless. Who knew he was such a tease? "No, what?" he asked slightly pushing into her.

"No, it doesn't feel small." she replied impatiently, pulling him toward her, but Darryl leaned back some more. "Darr-yll!" she squealed. He laughed again, "One more question." he said as he kissed her lips. "Why are you such a talker?" she huffed. 

"Does it feel good?" he asked, ignoring her question. Naomi stared at his face, ready to say something smart, but his face was serious, as if her opinion mattered. 

"I think you should just hurry up and finish so that I can go home." she replied, choosing to not answer the question, and was surprised that he didn't press it any further. They were quiet—except for muffled sounds of satisfication—for the rest of the hour until he finally collasped next to her on the mattress. Despite the frigid air, their were beads of sweat formimg near their temples. 

Naomi was surprised, at more things than one. She thought the reputation Darryl made for himself was just a rumor, but she had to admit he was good, better than good—great, at least better than her first. She would have guessed that this whole thing would have been weird and awkward, but that was far from it. She had to admit that she liked this deal, without a worry that any feelings will surface.

She laughed inwardly at the thought. I'd be damned if that ever happened. She was still lost in her reverie when Darryl jumped out from beside her. It was still weird looking at him naked, but she figured it was something she was going to have deal with. She stretched as she sat up and yawned. She watched as he dressed himself—almost halfway done, as she swung her legs over the bed in search of her clothes. She gathered them and swiftly threw them on. They both climbed the stairs leading outside. It was near dark outside—twilight, the "perks" of daylight saving time.  He stepped towards his front door as she started on her way home, and nothing else.

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"Mom! Dad! I'm home!" Naomi called as she came through the front door shrugging off her coat and hanging them on the nearby coat rack. 

"Okay, honey! How was the library?" her mother called to her as she headed up the stairs, implying that her dad had filled her in on Naomi's where-abouts. "It was good and helpful." she called back from her room before shutting her door. She headed for her bed and plopped down on it's comfortness as she thought of how good a shower sounded now. She knew her muscles were bound to feel sore the next day and the feel of a hot bath appealed to her more than anything else. With her eyes shut she relaxed for a while she absorbed the day's ups and downs. I can't believe all this crap happened in one day, she thought to herself before her phone bleeped beside her. She realized that she hadn't took it with her to Darryl's. She reluctantly opened her eyes and reached for her phone—breaking her alleviation—and saw a text from Jazzy in all caps, that was enough to get her attention:

AFTER YOU'RE DONE BEING HELD HOSTAGE, PREPARE URSELF 4 DISASTER 2MRW ON APRIL FOOLS' DAY AND MOST LIKELY TWO GUYS WILL TRY TO SCREW YOU OVER.

 She knew who Jazzy meant, Darryl and Miles.