[BL] A Marriage Ruled by Family, Saved by Desire-Chapter 83: Too Loud Under Her Roof

~Alexander’s POV~

"Yes, baby," Alis moaned, his eyes blown wide and glazed with heat. "Just like that. Don’t stop."

I ignored the sting in my throat, keeping my hands locked on his hips as I maintained my pace. The sound of his breath had turned into desperate, shaking gasps, and I could feel the muscles in his thighs trembling against my shoulders.

I picked up the pace, my tongue swirling around him as my finger worked deeper, stretching him slowly to match the frantic beat of his heart. Alis was completely lost, his head thrashing back against the pillows, his fingers tangling so tightly in my hair that I could feel the pull at my scalp.

"Alex... oh god, babe," he moaned out, his voice cracking. "I’m—I’m close. Please, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop!"

I suck him deeper, sucking with a ferocity that finally breaks him.

Alis’s body stiffened, his back tilted so high off the mattress it looked like he was trying to fly. He let out a long, shattered moan that vibrated through my entire mouth, his hands pressing my head down one last time as he finally released inside my mouth.

I took every drop, refusing to let go even as he shuddered and bucked under the intensity of the climax.

I stayed there until the tremors subsided. The moment he was stable, I pulled back and firmly smacked his bare butt, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "You are so loud, baby," I murmured darkly.

He was breathless, about to retort, when I spit into my palm and slicked my hard cock. In one fluid motion, I spread his legs wide and drove into him with a single, deep thrust.

Alis gasped, his voice hitting a pitch so high I had to immediately cover his mouth with my hand. I began to thrust into him, the friction and heat making me growl. "Fuck," he muffled against my palm, his eyes blown wide.

He managed to pull my hand away, gasping for air. "Fuck me... please, Alex, faster!" He pulled me down against his chest, wrapping his legs tightly around my waist to keep me close. "I want to feel you deep inside me... please, go deeper."

I tried to thrust, but his legs were locked so tight it was hard to move. I gritted my teeth, suddenly pulling out of him. I flipped him over, guiding him onto his hands and knees.

I pushed his chest down against the bed while keeping his hips high, moved his back until his entrance was perfectly exposed and waiting for me.

I used two fingers to stretch him open for a moment, admiring the view, before slicking myself once more and sliding back inside. Alis let out a choked moan of pleasure. "Baby, Damn... yes, right there!"

I reached forward, grabbing both of his hands and pinning them behind his back, driving into him with harder, more punishing strokes. Alis was being so damn loud I started to worry about the morning. I didn’t want his mother to find a reason to ban me from coming to see him before he could officially move back home.

I shifted, raising his head by his hair while my cock continued to pound inside him. I leaned over and covered his mouth again, muffling his cries as I hit every sensitive spot he had.

Alis reached down, grabbing his cock, unable to scream but groaning desperately against my hand. His hips bucked wildly against mine, meeting every thrust. With a few more frantic strokes and the force of my weight behind him, Alis released for the second time, his body clenching tightly around me.

I felt my own limit break. I buckled, thrusting deep inside him and emptying every drop into his heat. I kept my hand over his mouth until the very last twitch of my release was gone.

I leaned closer, whispering into his ear while we both shook. "This is just the warm-up. I can’t wait to get you back home for the real show."

Alis turned his head, his eyes still glazed. "That’s not enough. I want more."

I chuckled softly behind him.

"Are you tired?" Alis asked.

"No, baby," I murmured. "You’re way too loud... you’ll wake the whole neighborhood."

"Then let’s go to the car," he said, sounding completely serious.

I pulled him into a hug from behind, trying to keep him still. I promised that after the dinner, I’d book a room for us, somewhere we could spend all the time in the world. But for now, we needed to rest.

Alis whined like a spoiled child until he finally relented. "Okay, baby."

I pulled out of him slowly, making him gasp one last time, before we both collapsed onto the pillows. I pulled the silk sheets over our bodies and tucked him against my side. He leaned into my chest, his breathing finally slowing down.

The room fell quiet, It lingered like that for a while... until Alis broke the silence.

"Baby..." he murmured.

"Yes, love?" I replied softly.

"I’m scared of your mom," Alis admitted, his voice quiet, muffled against my skin. "I’m sure she didn’t invite me."

I tightened my hold on him, kissing the top of his head. "Who cares if she invited you? I want you there. My father wants you there. You are my husband, and you’re coming with me."

Alis opened his mouth to protest, but I stopped him with a gentle look.

"Sleep now, baby," I said softly. "You’ve said enough. You don’t have anything to worry about... I’ve got you."

He wrapped his arms around me, whispering a soft, "Okay, baby," before drifting off to sleep.

I stayed awake for a while, staring at the ceiling, mentally preparing myself for what was coming... until exhaustion finally pulled me under too.

The next morning, a sharp knock on the door jolted us both awake. My heart slammed against my chest when I heard the voice on the other side.

It was Alis’s mother.

She didn’t call for her son. Instead, she spoke directly to me.

"Alexander? Could you come out for a moment? I’d like to speak with you."

"Okay, Mom," I replied.

I heard her footsteps as she turned and walked away.

I sat up quickly, panic rising in my chest. My first thought was the noise from last night, I was sure she had heard everything.

Alis looked at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes despite the early hour.

"Calm down," he teased, leaning in close. "If anything, she should be happy. You clearly know how to do your job."

"Babe, stop. It’s not funny," I muttered.

Alis laughed softly. "It is funny. You should see your face right now."

But when he really looked at me and saw the fear, his expression softened.

He reached for my hand, squeezing it gently.

"Hey... relax, seriously," he said. "My mom isn’t as scary as you think. Just go talk to her."

"Okay, baby," I murmured. I scrambled out of bed, took a lightning-fast shower, and dressed as quickly as possible. I pressed a quick kiss to Alis’s cheek for luck before stepping out into the living room.

"Okay, baby," I murmured.

I scrambled out of bed, took a quick shower, and dressed as fast as I could. Before leaving, I pressed a soft kiss to Alis’s cheek.

"I love you, baby," he said.

"I love you more," I replied.

I kissed him again before stepping out into the living room. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Alis’s mother was seated on the sofa, her posture regal, her expression unreadable. I was shaking as I walked toward her.

She gestured for me to sit. I took a seat across from her.

She must have noticed the fear on my face, because she let out a small, weary sigh.

"It’s okay, Alexander. You don’t have to be scared," she said gently. "I called you out here because I want to talk about Alis."

She paused briefly. "Your father called me this morning... he pleaded with me," she said. "He asked me to let Alis go with you to your family dinner... and stay with you for the weekend."

I felt a wave of relief, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of gravity as she continued.

"I’m letting him go, but I am asking this of you as his mother: keep my son safe. I don’t want your mother hurting him or saying cruel things to him while he’s under her roof. If the situation becomes too much, I expect you to drive him straight back home to me. Immediately."

She looked me in the eye, her voice thick with maternal protectiveness. "Please, protect him."

The weight lifted from my chest, replaced by a fierce sense of duty. I looked at her and gave my word.

"I promise you, I’ll do everything in my power to protect him. He’ll be safe with me."

"Thank you," she replied, her expression softening just a fraction.

I started to stand up, but she gestured toward the dining. "When you both are ready, come out and have breakfast before you leave."

"Okay, Mom," I said, feeling like I could finally breathe again.

I turned to head back to the room, but her voice stopped me cold. "One more thing, Alexander."

I froze.

"This house belongs to me," she said, her tone perfectly calm but dangerously pointed. "You can be as loud as you want when he’s back home with you, but next time, control the noise. My ears were practically ringing last night."

In that moment, shame hit me like a physical wave. I felt the heat rush to my face until my skin was practically glowing. I could only nod dumbly, staring at my feet. "We... we’re so sorry, Mom."

I practically rushed out of the living room, my heart pounding, only to find Alis standing by the corner, clearly listening.

The moment our eyes met, he broke into laughter.

"It’s not funny!" I hissed, my face still burning.

He only laughed harder and took off toward the bedroom.

"Alis! Get back here!" I snapped, chasing after him.

"Alis."