Coda 03 -The Letter Z

but then suddenly he says in my ear, “Your boyfriend wants you.”
    I look at Zach, and he nods his head toward the back of the club, where the bathrooms are.

    “You coming back?” Tattoo shouts at me as I start to walk away. “No idea,” I yell back, and then go to meet Zach on the edge of the dance floor.
    I can tell just by lookin’ at him how turned on he is. Not just by the bulge in his pants, either. It’s all in his eyes. He wraps his arms ’round me, pulls me tight against him. His voice in my ear is breathless. “I can’t believe how much I want you right now.”
    “You wanna go back to the hotel?” I ask.
But to my surprise, he shakes his head. “No.”
    He turns me ’round and pushes me toward the bathroom. I go. By the time we get there, he’s right behind me. He has one arm ’round my waist, and I can feel his erection pushing into the small of my back. There’s a line of guys at the urinal, and one stall. It’s occupied, and it’s pretty obvious based on the sounds we hear that there’s more than one guy in there. There’s another couple ahead of us waitin’ their turn. They’re makin’ out against the wall.
    Zach’s voice is ragged and desperate in my ear. “If you have a problem with this, Ang, I need you to tell me right now.”
    My heart’s racin’, but it’s more from nerves than from arousal. Zach and I have had sex ’bout every way you can think of—sometimes it’s gentle, and sometimes it’s rough. But always, it’s him thinkin’ ’bout what I want. Always, his first thought is pleasin’ me. This is the first time ever he’s thinkin’ ’bout himself first. I can’t exactly say I’m turned on, but there’s no way I’m tellin’ him no. “I got no problems,” I say.
    He pulls his wallet out and says to the guys ahead of us, “I’ll give you fifty bucks to let us go first.”
    They look at each other, and they both shrug. “Knock yourself out,” one of ’em says as he takes Zach’s money. Then they go back to makin’ out.
    Zach’s grindin’ against my back, bitin’ my neck, one hand between my legs, and I’m hopin’ like hell that stall opens up soon, or every guy here might get to watch me get him off. It feels like an eternity, but it’s probably only a minute or two before it’s our turn.
    Zach shoves me in ahead of him. I assume he wants a blowjob, so as he’s lockin’ the door, I undo his pants and get ’em out of the way. But then he grabs me hard and turns me around. He puts his hand on the back of my neck and bends me over, pushin’ me down so my forehead’s against the top of the toilet tank, the top of my head against the wall. He’s unbuttoning my pants, pushin’ them down, and I’m tryin’ to tell myself this is fine. I close my eyes, and make myself breathe deep while he fumbles around. My hearts racin’ faster than ever. I feel him pushin’ against me. I have a moment—just a flash—of sheer primal fear. One horrifying heartbeat of near panic when I think he’s gonna do it dry. I almost start to fight him, based on instinct alone. But then the head of his cock pushes easily past my rim, and I realize he thought this out more than I knew. He must have had a tube in his pocket. I take a deep breath and make myself relax.
    He moans as he pushes into me. He goes slow, sliding all the way in, then stops. For just a second, he stays there, deep inside of me, but not movin’. I start to think maybe he’s changed his mind. He pulls out once, almost all the way, and slides back into me a little faster than before. And then, like somebody flipped a switch, he just lets go. He lets his needs take over, in a way I’ve never seen him do before. He starts poundin’ into me fast and hard. He’s still holdin’ me down with one hand. My head is slammin’ into the wall, and my hands are searchin’ for somethin’ to grab on to—anything to give me a little leverage. In the end, I just brace myself against the wall itself and hang on.
    I don’t quite get off on it, but it’s not unpleasant. Zach’s bein’ rough, but it’s nothin’ I can’t handle. Nobody else in the world I would do this for, and he knows it too. I think that’s why he wants it so much.
    I know it won’t take him long. I arch my back, push back against him, and get a low moan in response. He grabs my hair and turns my head sideways, so my cheek’s against the tank. So he can see part of my face, and that thick black liner around my eyes. And