Enemies Without a Limit

Chapter 10

"No." he growled in answer as he kicked off the shorts from his bare feet. It was her and her damn rules that had him so hot and bothered like this. The hell I would let you make another one. 

"No, you're gonna like this one, I think." she argued, "How about from now on, whoever texts D.E.A.F to the other," she paused he guessed for a dramatic effect, "gets to be in control." 

He pulled back from her, cocking his head to the side and staring into her face in half amusement and confusion. What's gotten into you today? he wondered internally, which she seemed to read his mind as she flashed an innocent smile and shrugged, which made the strap of her dress seem to fall more off her shoulders, revealing the purple bra she had on. His eyes darted to the exposure but quickly back to her waiting face.

"Well?"

"I don't trust you." he told her flatly. "Especially after what you did yesterday." His eyes caught the way she licked her lips, and it was almost starting to get really hard looking at her face.

"Well, how 'bout today you let me run a test-drive." she suggested, gesturing air-quotes around the word test-drive. "And If you feel like I'm going to play you like the last time----which you definitely deserved," she mocked, which got her a pinch on the butt, "then it won't be a rule." she explained, before moving her hands under his briefs and gripping him as she leaned in for a kiss. He was lost, and found himself agreeing to the stupid notion with a nod, before he could even think to what he was getting himself into.

He found it damn near sexy at how well she directed him, and in a matter of a few minutes they were before each other naked. He took the time to try and memorize the contours of her body, every dip and arch, from head to toe. And from the way she studied him, it looked as if she were doing the same. 

"Do you have a...?" she asked in the same throaty tone she had used for every command she gave him. She didn't have to finish the thought for him to know what she wanted and pulled out a drawer full of condoms from his desk and randomly picked one. He tore it's wrapper with his teeth, ready to sheath himself before her hand enclosed his wrist and stopped him. 

"Lemme do it." she said boldly, as she slipped it onto him, before taking back her seat on the desktop. "You sure this is sturdy enough?" she asked looking around at the size of the desk as he positioned herself between her legs. 

"I hope." he plainly said as he simultaneously pushed into her and took in her hungry lips with his.

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He had no clue how they ended up on his bed, across the room from his desk in a panting and sweaty heap, but as the final sounds of their sexual activity died down, he pushed himself off the bed and started to get dressed. He was glad that she got the hint and started to get dressed, too. It was almost the greatest sex he had ever. Even though Tameeka was like the goddess of sex, what Naomi and him did was almost incomparable. And he was glad he finally got rid of the sexual frustration that was building up from their last time together. He was also glad that the desk seemed to survive. He didn't need another broken thing to add to the list of things that he and his dad had broken in the past three years. Somewhere along the way he finally agreed to her new rule, having proved that she was definitely up for the task.  He dressed quickly since he had only started off with his boxers and shorts, and took the time to watch Naomi slip on her dress and shoes. 

"Did I leave anything?" Naomi asked in her normal tone, aggitated. For some reason he was disappointed to hear her new tone of voice, and preferred the one she had used with him to do so much sinful things to her.

He cleared his throat just as his hard-on started up again, "Uh, no. You're good." 

"Alright." she said before walking out and leaving his room to head down the stairs. He headed out after her, his eyes zeroing in on her ass. He watched her bend over and pick up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. When had she came with her bag? he thought as he scratched at his head. She finally faced him letting him know she was ready to go, as she headed towards the front door. 

"Oh, Naomi, wait." he called after her in a tired tone. It was crazy how worn-out he was. He walked over to the couch where his bag had been resting since he got home, and unzipped it retrieving a pack of M&M's peanuts and flinging it in her directions.

He looked at her as her brow raised at him in question, "What's this for?"

"I thought maybe I'd seduce you with them just in case you were going to be difficult." he laughed, "But since, you finally realized you can't stay away from me," she rolled her eyes, "I want you to have them as an apology."

"An apology? For what?"

"For yesterday." he simply answered. He didn't understand why she had to look so deep into a simple gesture.

"But----"

"Look. You like M&M's, right?" he asked extremely annoyed now.

"Yea." she answered as what he thought as a hint of a smile started to play around her lips. 

"So take 'em and go." he hissed, and with that she was gone out the door.