“What’s your name, handsome?”
“I’m Marcus. What’s yours?”
“Zeke,” I lie casually. “But who needs names when I’ve got a rock-hard c**k with your name on it?”
“That’s funny, because I’ve got a big d**k looking for a nice, wet hole,” he says, running his hands down my front, giving a little squeeze to my hip bone near my pelvis.
“And who says it’s not gonna be the other way around?” I tease, grinding my ass back into him.
“I say,” he says, and he grabs my hand and shoves it down his pants. It feels like I’m grabbing someone’s wrist. He gives it a twitch, and I feel my d**k twitch in response.
“I can’t wait,” I say, turning to him and running my tongue along his neck. “f**k me in the bathroom.”
We make our way to the bathroom of the club, passing by a few people in the dark corners that
