Civilian Slaughter by James Rouch Read Free Book Online Page B

chance, they were all but invisible to each other. No, anything might happen, a beam of light from the hotel, the arcs being switched on again. Worse than not starting, to have her yell with fright when she saw him while they were doing it.
    “How are you feeling now?” His mouth was dry, he had difficulty forming the words and they came out as a hoarse whisper.
    “You mean you want me.”
“Yes.” He had been nodding like an imbecile for a minute before he could produce the word.
    “Do you want to do it here?” She took his silence as “yes.” “The ground is hard, and this is a good dress. Do you like to do it standing up.”
    Christ, he'd have done it standing on his head. He wanted so much just to ram himself inside here, but he had to be careful. He didn't want to frighten her off. “Can I do it from behind?”
    “You don't want to do anything dirty do you? I don't like that. It makes me sore for days.”
    “Oh no, no.” He struggled for the right words, had heard the disapproval in her voice. “I want to be able to touch you at the same time.”
    “All right then.” She lifted her skirt and hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, eased them down and stepped carefully out of them, not letting them touch the ground. “But no tricks. If you try to put it in the wrong place I shall be angry, and go back to the bus.”
    “Whatever you say. I’ll do whatever you want.” And Hyde meant it. At this stage of frustration and anticipation he'd have done absolutely anything for her. Even go down on his knees in front and lick her until it soaked him. So long as at some stage she let him penetrate her and stay in her body until the release of the urgent pressure that was making his groin red-hot.
    “I am ready.” She braced herself with her feet apart, palms resting on top of a low wall. The silky material of her underwear cushioned her left hand. “Pull my dress right up out of the way.”
    In the darkness he had moved behind her and she felt hands bunching her clothes up over her waist. She tensed as the damp tipped warm hardness of an erection slid over her bottom, then relaxed as it moved down and began to urgently probe between her legs. Bending forward slightly she reached down and guided it in. There was a groan behind her and she felt the man's body shuddering as he penetrated as far as he could.
    Her skirt wedged up between their interlocked bodies, fingers slid over her hips and glided gently over her belly to explore among her pubic hair.
    Despite herself, her unwritten rule, she knew she was going to come. As she felt him climax she pushed against the wall to force his fingers to greater pressure and then she was gasping and moving uncontrollably as well. “Again. Do it again, the same way.”
    Hyde's breath was lung-hurting gulps of air, like a man who had surfaced from deep under water. With hardly any break to the rhythm of their movements he started again. There was a sudden commotion from the hotel but he paid no attention to it. All there was for him was the woman and what they were doing together. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed.
    “What the hell.”
The thud of the explosion was right over Revell's bed, and was accompanied by a shower of ceiling plaster that transformed him and the girl to white apparitions.
    He'd got used to the yelling of the woman in the room above, but now her screaming went right off the audible scale. A barrage of French invective, gabbled so fast no words were recognizable.
    There was the sound on the stairs of someone going down three at a time, and then the crack of a pistol shot accompanied by a braying laugh that could only be from Dooley.
    Reluctantly he swung his legs over the side of the bed, and remembering in time that his companion didn't speak a word of any language he'd ever heard, pointed to his watch, held up five fingers and gestured her to stay there and wait.
    As evidence she understood, the Arab girl threw aside the cover