~Alexander's POV~
I closed my eyes for a second, resting my forehead against Alis's. I let out a frustrated sigh, but the realization that she was actually leaving brought a different kind of satisfaction.
"Okay!" I called back, my voice slightly raspy. "Tell her I'll be down in a minute."
I stayed pinned to Alis for a heartbeat longer, my chest heaving as I tried to regain some semblance of composure. But my body was fully ready for my husband; the fire he'd started wasn't going to be put out by a simple knock on the door. I was painfully hard, aching for him, and the thought of standing up to face my mother in this state was impossible.
"Duty calls," Alis murmured, his voice still breathless and airy. He reached up, his fingers smoothing my hair back with a triumphant, possessive glow in his eyes. "Let's stop here, baby. After she's gone, we can continue exactly where we left off."
"No, baby," I groaned, buried in the crook of his neck. "I can't go down like this."
"We have to attend to your mother first," Alis murmured. "I know you don't want to stop, but just get it over with. I'm not going anywhere."
I finally pulled away, moving with a heavy reluctance as I sat on the edge of the bed. I took a few deep breaths, trying to force my pulse to slow and my body to calm down, but it was no use. The friction, the scent of him, and his words had me completely undone.
Seeing my struggle, Alis realized I wasn't going anywhere in this condition.
He had no choice but to take matters into his own hands. He slid off the bed and knelt between my thighs, his eyes dark and focused. When he took my cock into his mouth, the heat was instantaneous, a searing contrast to the cool air of the room.
He looked up at me with a gaze that was both devoted and dangerously seductive.
"Fuck, baby..." I moaned, my head snapping back against the headboard.
He gripped my waist with bruising force, his fingers digging into my hips as he began to slide his mouth over me.
He didn't just suck; he used his throat, taking me deep with a rhythmic, demanding suction that had my toes curling. I reached down, my hands finding his hair to guide his rhythm, but Alis was already in full control. He was stroking the base of my spine with one hand while the other worked in perfect sync with his mouth.
"Faster, baby," I gasped, my hips bucking instinctively. "Yes... Right there baby."
He obeyed, his pace turning frantic and hungry. I could hear the wet, lewd sounds of his tongue swirling around me, the friction building a pressure that felt like it was about to shatter me. Every time he went deep, the back of his throat hit the head of my cock, sending white-hot sperm through my entire nervous system.
"Ah... Alis... yes. Please… faster… right there!" I cried out, my voice breaking. I was losing my mind, the world narrowing down to just the sensation of his hot mouth and the tight grip of his hands. I started to moan his name, "Alis... Alis... please, I'm close..."
He didn't slow down. If anything, he became more intense, his suction becoming a desperate, vacuum-like pull that drew the soul right out of me. He was relentless, his eyes looking up at me through his lashes, watching me unravel.
"I'm—I'm gonna cum..." I trailed off into a guttural, primal growl as the climax finally hit.
I thrust forward, spilling deep into his throat as my body went completely rigid. I moaned loudly, a long, dragged-out sound of pure bliss as Alis stayed right there, swallowing every drop and continuing to suck until I was completely spent.
I slumped back, my chest heaving, the sheer intensity of the release leaving me dizzy.
Alis pulled back, a stray drop of my heat at the corner of his lips, looking at me with a triumphant, wicked smirk.
My cock finally calmed down, and the heavy weight of the world seemed to vanish. I reached for him, pulling him into a deep, grateful kiss. I drew back just an inch, my voice rough as I whispered, "What about you? I don't want to leave you hanging."
He leaned in, a nasty, beautiful smile spreading across his face. "Don't worry about me, baby. I can hold on. I'm saving it for later tonight, when I can finally shout your name at the top of my lungs without worrying about who's listening."
I chuckled, my heart swelling. "Okay, baby. If you're sure."
We took a moment to steady ourselves, catching our breath as we adjusted our clothes. By the time we stepped out of the room, we looked calm and composed again, as if nothing had happened.
But the moment we reached the bottom of the stairs, my mother's gaze snapped to mine.
She didn't speak.
Her sharp eyes moved from my face to Alis, lingering on the faint disorder in his hair. Understanding dawned instantly in her expression. She knew exactly why I had taken so long to come down.
Her lips pressed into a thin, disapproving line.
Alis and I walked her out to the driveway in a tense silence. The car was idling, and Clara was already tucked away in the backseat, her face pressed against the window like a ghost.
Just before stepping in, my mother grabbed my arm and pulled me aside, away from Alis. She looked at me with cold, piercing intensity. "Everything you're wasting in there, Alexander… it could have given me an heir. Stop throwing away what makes you a man on someone who can't use it. Use it where it's actually useful to this family."
Disgust burned in my chest. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Mom," I said flatly. "Just go. Get in the car."
She opened her mouth to argue, her face flushing as she reached for the last word, but I didn't allow it. I placed a firm hand on her shoulder and guided her toward the waiting car, easing her into the seat without further discussion.
"Hope you understand me, Alexander," she called out as I stood by the door. "I'm doing this for your future."
"Don't worry about it, Mom," I replied, my voice flat. "Just call me and let me know when you get home safely."
I didn't wait for her response. I closed the door with a firm, final thud. Alis stepped forward, offering a polite but distant, "Goodbye, Mother," through the glass. I stood back, my arm sliding around Alis's waist as we watched the car pull away.
I didn't move until the taillights had completely disappeared past the gates. Only then did I let out the longest breath of my life.
I turned to look at Alis, and we both broke into wide, matching smiles. The relief was a physical weight lifted off our shoulders. I nudged him with my hip, my voice dropping back into that playful, hungry tone.
"Now that they're gone... can I finally do one round properly? No interruptions this time?"
Alis laughed, a bright, melodic sound, and shook his head as he pulled away from my touch. "No," he teased, "I think I've changed my mind. I'm far too tired now."
I gasped in mock outrage, chasing after him as he started walking toward the front door. "Are you really saying no to your husband?"
"I am," he called over his shoulder, his pace quickening. "I've already done my duty for the afternoon!"
"Oh, you think so?" I laughed, breaking into a light jog. We burst through the front door, our footsteps echoing on the marble floor. "Babe, you can't say no to me! I have seven years of experience that says otherwise!"
Alis squealed playfully as I reached for his waist, and he bolted up the stairs. "You'll have to catch me first, Alex!"
"You're making this much harder for yourself!" I exclaimed after him, grinning like a fool as I took the stairs two at a time. We reached the landing, panting and laughing, the heavy gloom of my mother's visit completely erased by our joy.
I caught him just as he reached our bedroom door, spinning him around and pinning him gently against the frame. "Caught you," I whispered, my face inches from his.
"Maybe," he breathed, his hands resting on my chest, his playful 'no' clearly melting away into a 'yes.'
We didn't jump straight into bed, though. We stumbled inside and simply collapsed onto the mattress, tangled in each other's arms.
We lay there for a long time, just holding one another, feeling the rise and fall of each other's breath. It wasn't about the sex in that moment; it was about the quiet victory of being alone in our home again.
We stayed like that, shuffling, whispering sweet things, and sharing small, lazy kisses, until the sun began to dip below the horizon.
"Okay," I said eventually, kissing his forehead. "If we don't get up now, we're never leaving this bed."
"Fine," Alis groaned happily, stretching his limbs out like a cat. "Let's go get dressed."