Enemies Without a Limit

Chapter 10

She wanted to tell him to fuck off, but the words didn't come out. She thought he was done until he gripped either sides of her hips pressed his body into hers, closing the gap between his front and her back, as she released a gasp as she felt the huge bulge in his pants straining against her butt. 

He chuckled, "Yea, I get that a lot." Naomi wanted to roll her eyes, and at least move ten feet away, but it just couldn't happen. Suddenly, his tone got serious, and his grip tightened around her, "But just so we're clear. This," he said pointedly, swirling his hips into her butt, telling her know it was his hard-on to which he was referring to, "this, is all for you. Tameeka didn't get me this hung, that's all you Naomi. And only you can make it go away. Remember there's still a D.E.A.F on hold, one that you used all too foolishly." He said before pulling away taking his heated warmth along with him. He turned her around until she was facing him. 

He leaned in, for what Naomi anticipated as a kiss, but he only went to her ear, "Don't bother changing out of that." He took one look over her, before licking his lips and walking off. It was almost instantaneous that her breath came to her, and she was able to move again. She finished collecting her lunch with trembled hands and paid for her things. As she walked back to her table, she felt like the walking-dead, almost in a lost trance of what happened. As she reached her table and sat with Nathan and Jazzy, they looked at her in confusion. 

"What took you so long?" Jazzy asked, as she nibbled on a fry, before Nathan snatched it out of her fingers with his mouth. 

"It was a long line." Naomi replied, in a strained voice. A really long one. 

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Darryl knew that there was no way Naomi could ignore him this time. He didn't have to wonder if his plan worked out, her silence was proof enough. It took everything within him to not kiss her, at least not yet. 

He was saving that just in case she still tried to deny the pulsing heat that flashed in her dark brown eyes, that he recognized all too well as lust. But even he wasn't sure he could wait that long to make up her mind. All he knew was that for now he would have to try and keep away from Tameeka during seventh period, or make a bull-faced excuse.

As he sat  back down at his table, he couldn't help but think back on how she had falsely accused him on rape Friday night, laughing at the fact that he seemed pretty damn near doing so but he knew better----he would never force a girl to do something she refused. But Naomi want it. She lusted after him, as much as he did after her, and it was something he had to point out to her. 

The rest of the lunch period went in a blur. Tameeka had came back to him and continued their game of groping, but when he wasn't focusing on Tameeka he would casually look over to Naomi's table just to meet a blushed-faced Naomi staring right back at him. Oh yea, you definitely don't need anymore convincing.

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 Thank God, it's over! Naomi sighed gratefully at the sound of the last bell, before zipping off to her locker for her homework books. She was almost jittery since lunch, since Darryl's words echoed off into her brain and etched her with a burning anticipation. She was halfway done packing everything into her bag as Miles approached her.