Chapter 45

Trey's POV

Zay wake up first, stretched out across my chest like he own me, one leg thrown over mine, face buried in my neck. I can tell he ain't really sleepin' no more, just layin' there, comfortable as hell.

I rub his back slow, voice deep and groggy. "You up, love?"

He hums, nuzzling closer. "Mmhm."

I smirk. "You gon' get up, or you just gon' lay on me all day?"

"Layin' on you sound good," he mumbles, then peeks up at me. "But if we stay in bed, you already know what I'm tryna do."

I shake my head, laughing under my breath. "Ain't even been up five minutes, pretty."

He grins, eyes still half-lidded, dragging his fingers down my chest. "And?"

I grab his hand before he get any ideas. "C'mon, we gettin' up."

He groans but finally rolls off me, stretching like a cat before dragging himself to the bathroom. I follow behind, watching as he brushes his teeth, his dreads all messy from sleep.

"Damn," I say, leaning against the counter. "You look good like this."

He side-eyes me through the mirror, toothpaste on his lips. "So lemme get it then."

I smack his ass on my way out. "Boy, brush your teeth."

-

We in the living room now, me posted up on the couch while Zay lays with his head in my lap. I got my phone out, scrolling, and he watching some show he put on, not really paying attention.

I snap a pic real quick, just me chillin'-black tee, sweats, chain on, lookin' regular. I post it on my story and ain't think twice about it.

Not even five minutes later, Zay lifts his head, squinting at my phone. "Damn, yo' notifications goin' crazy."

I glance at it. Bunch of DMs.

Zay sits up, snatching my phone before I can stop him. He unlocks it, eyes skimming the messages. His face scrunches up immediately.

"Oh, hell nah." He starts reading out loud. "'Damn, you fine asf, Trey.'" He scrolls. "'You got a girl?'" Another scroll. "'I been tryna get at you for a minute.'" He looks at me, lips pressed together. "What the fuck is this?"

I rub his thigh, trying not to laugh. "You know how it is."

"Nah, I don't," he says, frowning. "You gon' tell 'em you got a man, or you just gon' let bitches think they got a chance?"

I tilt my head. "What you want me to do, Zay? Post you with 'Taken' in all caps?"

He crosses his arms. "Damn right."

I shake my head, amused as hell. "You really mad, huh?"

He don't say nothin', just pouts.

I pull him onto my lap, arms wrapping around his waist. "You know you the only one I want, love." I kiss his jaw, then his neck. "Ain't nobody else."

He tries to hold onto his fake attitude but ends up relaxing against me. "I know."

I smirk. "Then stop actin' like you don't."

He huffs, but I can tell he ain't really mad no more. Just needed some extra attention. And I don't mind givin' it.

-

By the time night hits, we back in the bedroom, Zay laid out on his stomach, scrolling through his phone.

I grab his ankle, tugging him closer. "Lemme see your feet, love."

He lifts his head. "Why?"

"'Cause I know they hurt," I say, already kneading my fingers into the arch of his foot.

He groans, melting into the bed. "Fuck, that feel good."

I chuckle, working my thumbs into the tension, taking my time. "Told you."

He peeks back at me, voice all soft. "You so good to me, Pa."

I kiss his calf, smirking. "Always, baby."

Zay watches me for a second, then shifts, turning over and pulling me on top of him.

I raise a brow. "What you doin'?"

He bites his lip, eyes hooded. "Tryna get you to fuck me."

I laugh. "You got a one-track mind, pretty."

He shrugs, fingers sliding under my shirt. "I can't help it."

I grip his chin, tilting his head up. "Good thing I don't mind."

I lean down, kissing him deep, tasting the mint from his toothpaste. His hands slide over my back, pulling me closer, his body arching up against mine.

"You sure you ready for this?" I whisper against his lips, already knowing the answer but loving to tease him.

"Man, stop playin'," Zay says, his voice low and hungry. He tugs at my shirt, and I help him pull it off, my chain swinging as I toss it aside.

I slide my hands under his shirt, feeling his warm skin, the way he shivers under my touch. I lift the shirt off him, throwing it somewhere in the room, my eyes roaming over his body.

"Turn over," I command, my voice firm but gentle. Zay complies, flipping onto his stomach, and I admire the view for a second before I start kissing down his spine, my lips lingering on each vertebra, savoring the taste of his skin.

He moans softly, pushing his ass back against me. I chuckle, smacking it lightly. "Patience, love."

I move lower, spreading his cheeks with my hands, my tongue darting out to tease him. Zay gasps, gripping the sheets. "Fuck, Trey..."

I take my time, enjoying the way he squirms and moans, my tongue exploring him thoroughly. I hear his breath hitch when I start using my fingers, slick with lube from the nightstand, easing one in slowly, then another, stretching him open, preparing him.

"You good, love?" I ask, my voice rough with desire, my fingers moving in and out with deliberate slowness, feeling every twitch and clench.

"Yeah, yeah, keep going," he urges, his voice muffled by the pillow he's biting into.

I keep working him open, listening to his moans and whimpers, feeling how he's pushing back against my fingers. When I feel he's ready, I stand up, slipping my sweats off, my dick hard and ready.

I grab the lube, coating myself generously before positioning at his entrance. "Tell me if it's too much," I remind him, even though we've been here before.

"Just do it," he groans, needing no more foreplay.

I push in slowly, inch by inch, feeling him tense then relax around me. Zay lets out a long, slow moan as I bottom out, my hands gripping his hips. I wait for a beat, letting him adjust, praising him. "You takin' it so good, baby."

I start moving with slow, deep thrusts, each one deliberate, watching how his body reacts, how his back arches just a bit more with every push.

"Fuck, you feel so good, love," I grunt, picking up the pace just a touch, but keeping it slow, savoring the connection.

Zay pushes back against me, meeting my thrusts, his own sounds of pleasure filling the room. "Harder, Trey," he gasps, but I keep it controlled, each thrust measured, deep.

"Patience, pretty," I murmur, leaning over to kiss his shoulder. "I got you."

I pull out momentarily, flipping him onto his back, wanting to see his face, the desire in his eyes. His legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper. His eyes are locked with mine, full of lust and something deeper, something unspoken.

"You look so damn beautiful like this," I whisper, entering him again, my movements slow, deep, watching his face contort with pleasure.

We switch positions again, Zay now on top, riding me with a rhythm that's both slow and intense. He's taking his time, moving up and down with a deliberate pace, his hands on my chest for balance, his moans louder now.

"Like that, baby," I encourage, my hands on his hips guiding him, my own hips thrusting up to meet him, but keeping it slow. "Ride me nice and slow."

He leans down, kissing me deeply, our bodies slick with sweat, moving in perfect sync. I feel the tension building, the heat between us almost tangible, but I keep the rhythm slow, every motion deliberate.

"Fuck, I'm close," Zay breathes out, his movements becoming more desperate despite the pace.

"Me too, love," I manage to say, my own climax nearing, but I keep control, slowing down even more, drawing it out.

With a few more slow, deep thrusts, Zay shudders, coming with a loud moan, his body tightening around me, pushing me over the edge as well. I follow him into that blissful oblivion, our bodies pressed close, panting, the world outside forgotten.

But we ain't done yet. After a moment to catch our breath, I whisper, "Get on your hands and knees, love."

Zay smirks, turning over to get into position, his ass in the air. I lube up again, and this time, I enter him from behind, my hands gripping his hips as I drive into him, but it's slow, each thrust deep and meaningful.

"Fuck, right there," he pants, pushing back against me, meeting each thrust with a slow roll of his hips.

"Feel that, baby?" I groan, reaching around to stroke him in time with my movements, feeling him tense under my touch. "You're doing so good."

We keep at it, the rhythm intense despite the pace, until I feel him tighten again, his body shuddering through another orgasm, which sends me tumbling after him, our pleasure drawn out through slow, deep movements.

Finally, I pull out, both of us collapsing onto the bed, breathless. But Zay, he's got one more idea. He pushes me back down, climbing on top, but this time facing away, giving me a whole new view. He starts to ride me reverse, his hands on my thighs for leverage, his body moving in a slow, hypnotizing rhythm.

"Shit, Zay," I groan, my hands on his ass, guiding him, feeling the ripple of his muscles with each slow bounce.

We go until we're both spent, the night filled with our sounds, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction. After, we lay there, Zay in the crook of my arm, both of us quiet, just feeling the warmth of each other.

"Love you, Trey," he murmurs, his voice soft and sated.

"Love you too, Zay," I reply, kissing the top of his head, feeling complete.