His fingers forced themselves inside her roughly, straining the lips of her cunt until she had to move to try to get away from them. Her hand darted down and caught his prick and started to stroke it and cup his hairy balls.
What was she doing? It was so automatic that Renee felt sick. Worse, the desire was rising in her against her will to be used by him. As Manuel and those two strangers had used her.
She guided his prick into her, writhing in ecstasy as it pushed her cunt open, the long thickness of it sliding sensuously into her cunt. She wanted to faint when she finally felt the head nestled deep inside of her. Deep inside her soft, white belly.
She looked down at their two bodies joined together. It always amazed her that there was never any sign of that great hunk of meat stirring up a volcano in her body.
Both her hands gripped his body convulsively. "Fuck me!" she whispered. "Please, Alex! Fuck me to death!"
Tenderly his lips found hers. Then his prick pulled out and slammed back in one tremendous jolt. Renee moaned. Automatically, her legs curled around his hips driving her cunt against him even harder.
Keep looking, you bastards! she thought as she stared at the ceiling while Alex rammed into her with a rhythm that made her breath come in explosive "Ohs" that got louder and louder. Her hole was a fire. Like fire, it spread to engulf her entire body, to set the veins on fire.
Every inch of her was catching Alex's pulsating prick as it hammered into her tender lips. She urged him to renewed fury with her hands and legs, delighting in the feel of his body between her soft thighs. Faster and faster he plunged his spike into her.
She was being nailed to the bed. It was cutting through her and she could never get off and didn't care. They were both frantic with lust. Renee felt her bottom turning into a mass of bruises as Alex's hard body banged her with stinging blows. But she loved it! She wanted it to go on forever.
Her mind was a beautiful ball of shimmering flame that reached to her cunt and his cock was a huge rod of ice driving into the heart and steaming and sizzling.
She arched her hack, crying out as he pounded into her, holding as much of him inside her as she could while her runt closed down in a rigid clamp around his pole. Inside her she shuddered as he jolted to a sudden stop inside her body. The seconds lengthened. His mushroom headed prick swelled until she was crying out with the fullness. Then she grew faint as it smashed at the tender walls of her hole with a burning, searing liquid that jolted her again and again and again in quick succession. She didn't know it, but she was screaming her wordless pleasure.
Alex held her tight and she kissed him tenderly. Lovingly. She loved him. She knew it as surely as she knew that their fates were already sealed. Whatever had to be done now, she had to do for him.
His cock pulled out of her, still half-hard. She shuddered as it passed her aching cunt lips.
"Baby!" he groaned in her ear. "Why did you do that? We've got to get out of here!"
For a moment Renee didn't understand what he was saying. "What do you mean?" she asked stupidly. "Aren't you working for Manuel?"
Sitting back, he stared at her in disbelief. Cautiously he touched his side and belly and for the first time she noticed the fresh scabs on his body, broken now in a few places and bleeding slightly. "Manuel? Hell. He had me cut up last night when I was here searching for you."
Renee looked up, at the peepholes, suddenly sick to her stomach. "Alex! They're watching everything. We've got to get out of here!"
Following her gaze, Alex noticed the peepholes for the first time. And the movement behind them. Whipping his legs over the edge of the bed he yanked his pants and shoes on, pulled on a shirt without buttoning it.
Renee was struggling with her clothes, but Alex growled, "Come on!" He snatched the blanket from the bed and threw it around her shoulders and she clutched some fragments of her clothes to her body. Then he had the door open, and she was following him into chaos – bewildered but willing to follow him anywhere.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
The tall Uruguayan looked up from the peephole, a puzzled expression on his face. "Que pasa, Ramos?" he asked.
Manuel was mute with rage. He had to stop Renee and that Americano from getting away. Fortunately Manolito spoke almost no English. If he could stall him…
"Pepe," the Uruguayan said suddenly, making up his mind. "Vamanos! We go!"
Without a word, his partner sprang up and grabbed the ever-present suitcase. "Adios," Manolito said tight-lipped to Manuel.
They were almost to the door before Manuel could make up his mind. They couldn't leave him like this. He was spread too thin. He needed money, and now. If the police became involved there would be payments. Maybe he would even have to leave the country.
"No!" he snapped. "Leave it," he nodded at the suitcase, "and take the two women."
Curtly, Manolito said, "No!"
They were going out and there was nothing else Manuel could do. His hand came out of his pocket holding a long piece of ebony. His thumb moved slightly, there was a sharp snick of sound and six inches of tempered steel suddenly shone wickedly from Manuel's hand.
In two steps he was behind the tall Uruguayan. The knife flashed briefly in the dim light and Manolito stiffened, clawing at his back with his mouth gaping open in a voiceless scream.
Pepe turned, his face slowly registering shock at the sudden attack. "NO!" he cried. He threw his hands up in front of his face and Manuel lunged savagely, burying the knife to the hilt in his soft belly. Pepe put his hands to his stomach, dropping the suitcase. Then he lifted them before his face, awed at the crimson stain that bathed them.
Manuel jerked the knife out. A gout of blood hissed after it, splattering Manuel's clothes and face.
For a moment it seemed Pepe was going to say something as he stared into Manuel's eyes. Before he could get it out, however, his legs crumpled and he pitched face forward on the floor.
Manuel was trembling. He hadn't wanted to do it. The fools. Didn't they realize…? He shook his head and picked up the suitcase. Moving briskly he headed for the stairs, not quite running.
In the hallway, Alex was dragging Renee along behind him with one hand and using the other to pound on doors and scream, "Raid! Raid!" He hoped these sailors didn't know prostitution was legal in Mexico. It was the only hope they had.
Doors were popping open and half-dressed Americans began streaming out with screaming prostitutes dragging at them, confused, but determined to get their money before all else.
Through the milting crowd Alex could see the burly doorman working his way toward them. The confusion helped, but it wasn't enough. He dragged Renee deeper into the crowd and hauled her down on the sofa, temporarily out of sight.
Somewhere across the room a deep voice with a heavy Mexican accent was bellowing for calm. Subtly the mood of the crowd changed from panic to curiosity. Alex felt it, knew what it meant.
His fingers shook as he groped in his pocket until he found his cigarette lighter. Nobody was paying any attention to him. They were all looking in the direction the voice apparently was coming from.
Alex coaxed the flame and held it to the fringes of the material that covered the couch. At first it refused to burn. Then a brown spot appeared on one pink flower. Another. A tiny tongue of flame licked up. Alex started another spot and another. Then, grabbing Renee's hand, he dragged her after him to an overstuffed chair and repeated the maneuver.
Within seconds the smell of burning cotton dominated the room. Someone screamed, "Fire!" This time there was no hesitation. The mob was an animal with one motivation. Running over everything in its way, it plunged for the door.