Chapter 11
Before I can collect myself together enough even to stand up, the door opens and Eduardo comes quietly into the room and closes the door behind him. He stares down at me without speaking, stares at my blonde hair and white skin, at my exposed breasts and naked thighs. I stare back at him, hurt and defensive, hating all Puerto Ricans at that moment.
"Did Manolo hurt you?" he says quietly, and surprisingly there is no cruelty nor even indifference in his voice, just a quiet, real concern. I can still see the lust in his eyes, but his voice is full of concern, and when he repeats the question even his eyes lose their lust.
"No, he didn't hurt me, really. He's just a shit and a bastard!"
"You are lucky then," Eduardo says, and he sits down on the floor next to me. I watch him carefully but he makes no attempt to touch me even though I'm only inches away from him, naked, and for all practical purposes trapped in this apartment and defenseless. "You must have treated Manolo well or he would have really hurt you. Lupe didn't like you—she wanted him to cut you."
"Cut me? I don't understand."
"With the knife."
"With a knife? My God, why?"
"Lupe wanted to come in here and do it herself, but Manolo wouldn't let her."
"But why?" I ask again, unable to comprehend why Lupe or Manolo or anyone else would want to cut me up with a knife. It's all too hideous and unbelievable for me to get firmly into my head.
Eduardo just shrugs and gives me a slight smile. "Lupe didn't like you," he repeats as if that's the entire explanation.
I look at him with sudden curiosity. He's not as beautifully handsome as Manolo, but his eyes have a softness that is deeper than Manolo's, and by any normal standard he is quite good-looking, thinner than Manolo without the wiry muscles that cord Manolo's body.
"What do you have to do with Manolo?" I ask.
"He is my brother, my older brother. He is war lord."
"Who is Lupe?"
"She is Manolo's woman."
"Did she know what Manolo was doing in here with me?"
"Sure. She thought he would hurt you, though."
"This is all crazy," I say to Eduardo absently and lean back against the wall to collect my racing thoughts. Apparently I came close to being scarred for life tonight, and I didn't do anything but go into a bar and have a few drinks. I look at Eduardo again out of a desire to put all the insanity of the night together.
"How do you fit in all this?" I ask him.
"I am Manolo's younger brother," he repeats.
His Spanish accent is much thicker than Manolo's and he seems much less comfortable speaking English than did Manolo. Yet I can see the same quick intelligence in his face as in his brother's, only the aggressive wit is softened and held in check. I feel comfortable and completely at ease with him despite my apparent danger. "Am I free to leave?" I ask curiously. "No." "Why not?"
"Manolo say to keep you here." "Why?"
Eduardo just shrugs.
"If I try to leave will you let me?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Manolo say you must stay."
He says that with surprising finality despite his gentle voice, and I can see that his good nature doesn't mean that he will bend to my will easily. My one desire is to get out of here as quickly as I can. I assume that Manolo and Lupe are gone. That leaves Eduardo to get around. I have nothing left to fight with but my body, I know, and I look again at Eduardo, sizing him up with a cold calculation that would do Lilly justice. If I make it with him, give it to him good, he might let me go. And it's not that I'm not attracted to him either; I am. It might just be fun too, I tell myself. And if I can make him really like me he might let me go.
I slide slowly up to my feet against the wall, my hands behind my ass, and my breasts jutting out in front of me, giving him his first full look at my body. My cunt is fluffed out from between my legs and I see his eyes fasten there and the lust return to them. I let him look me up and down before I speak.
"Do you like what you see, Eduardo?" "You are very beautiful," he says slowly. "Manolo just had me. Don't you want me too?" He stands up and lifts his hands to my flanks, softly letting his fingers trace up my ribs to my breasts. His hands fondle my boobs with a feather touch and my nipples harden almost before he touches them. Then he bends his head and licks my tits and I quiver against the wall with lust of my own. I've never been touched so gracefully before, so lightly, and I feel like I'm the aggressive one, like I felt with Tony only more so now, like I'm seducing him. I raise his head and press my lips to his full lips, part them with my tongue and hotly slip it into his mouth, feeling for his tongue with darting motions, teasing him until he jabs his tongue back into my eager mouth. Eduardo feels like a beautiful child in my arms, like a bashful lover, and I feel like an older woman, experienced, jaded, and I feel like corrupting him.
"How old are you?" I ask him, whispering in his ear.
"Seventeen," he answers.
"Undress," I whisper, eager to see his cock.
He undresses and stands naked, his cock still limp and dangling long, his testicles round and full dangling to either side of his cock like fruit. His penis is dark against my hand when I touch it. I squeeze it between my fingers and yank on it, drawing it out, and I feel it tighten and quiver into a long, huge erection in my hand. The tip of it swells and turns purple as I squeeze the stem, and still gripping it tightly I go to my knees and put my lips to it. My tongue snakes out and washes the swollen bulb; I find the small hole at its tip and poke my tongue at it, then I wash along the stem, licking him hungrily while my hands cup and fondle his balls. The dark ring of pubic hair around the base of his penis is silken, soft, and I nuzzle my nose into it and smell the musky sweat of his crotch as I lick at him. Everything about him is sweet, boy-like, soft and gentle, and I go wild with my mouth on his genitals, sucking wildly at him. Even his ass is soft and hairless, and my fingers part his buns and find his asshole, poking and prying until I stick one finger up his ass. His cock swells larger and my mouth tightens until he is pulsing inside, my tongue coaxing him bigger. The twitch in my cunt becomes an ache and I stand and lead him to the bed. I fall onto my back and spread my legs wide, letting him stare into my moist grotto, letting him savor my pussy knowing he's about to penetrate it, and he crawls on top of me, pressing me into the mattress, his hand groping into my crotch. I let him feel me, feel his finger slide up into me, and I buck against his hand. Then I can stand it no longer. I find his cock and position it at my cunt and pull him down hard on me, and he enters me and plunges it deep into my heated pussy. Aroused, he fucks crazily at me and I arch to receive his thrusts, returning his wild jabbing with a dance of passion underneath him, feeling his strong loins beating against me. I raise my legs and clasp them around his hips, spreading myself open like I never have before. He comes in a fit of fucking and I keep at him until he relaxes, then I pull away from him and go at his cock with my mouth again until it firms and swells. This time I stick my ass into the air and he enters from behind as Manolo did, and with the tension of his first come behind him he lasts long, thrusting in and out like a sex machine until I'm screaming with fulfillment. How long he fucks me this second time before he comes I don't know. It's all I can do to keep my ass up for him, and when he explodes finally into orgasm and withdraws from me I collapse on the mattress exhausted. He rests beside me and I float into the soft oblivion of sleep, all thought of escape having been screwed from my mind.