[BL] A Marriage Ruled by Family, Saved by Desire Chapter 41: Pleasure Under Pressure

~Alistair’s POV~

He didn’t stop. He added a second finger, scissoring them inside while his mouth went back to work, sucking with a fierce, rhythmic intensity. The dual sensation was too much; the stretch behind and the wet heat in front had losing my mind. I was a ss of moans and curses, my body trembling under his touch.

"Fuck, yes... right there," I gasped, my legs shaking. "Alex, go deeper... suck it, yeah, just like that."

The sound of his wet tongue and the rhythmic squelch of his fingers inside beca a symphony of filth. He was relentless, fingering deep, hitting my sweet spot with every thrust of his hand while he drank in. I was hovering on the edge, my breath coming in jagged sobs, my eyes rolled back as I shoved my hand into his hair, forcing his head down to take even deeper.

"Fuck, yes... right there! Faster, Alex, go faster!" I scread over the roar of the water.

He obeyed, his hand pumping inside my heat with a rhythmic, wet friction that sounded like a promise of ruin.

His mouth was a vacuum of heat, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock while his throat tightened around . The sensation was overwhelming, the stretch behind and the suction in front creating a circuit of pleasure that set my brain on fire.

I felt the pressure build, a tidal wave of heat gathering in my gut. My hips began to jerk uncontrollably as the climax hit. "Alex! I’m close... I’m gonna cum!"

I didn’t let him pull away. I gripped his head, my fingers tightening in his hair as I pushed myself into the back of his throat, my body rigid as I finally broke.

I buckled, a strangled cry echoing off the bathroom walls as I released thick, hot ropes of my seed directly into his mouth. I kept him there, pinning him against as I pulsed, my breath coming in short, needy gasps while he drank every drop of my release, his throat working in steady, rhythmic gulps.

I slumped against the wall, my legs turning to jelly, but Alex wasn’t finished. He didn’t give a second to breathe. He slowly pulled his fingers out of , the sound wet and obscene in the quiet room. He stood up, towering over , his eyes dark with a predatory hunger.

He didn’t reach for a towel. Instead, he brought his hand to his mouth, the sa hand that had just been buried deep inside , and slowly licked his fingers clean.

He sucked them one by one, his eyes locked onto mine, tasting the mix of my release and my slick, his tongue swirling over his knuckles with a suggestive, filthy heat.

"You taste so fucking good, Alis," he growled, his voice a low, vibrating rasp. He leaned in, his wet body pressing back against the tile, the sll of soap and sex heavy between us. He licked a stray drop of my sperm off his thumb, making a slow, wet show of it until my heart started hamring all over again.

He wasn’t done with .

With a sudden, forceful movent, he grabbed my hips and spun around, slamming my palms against the wet wall. "Lean forward," he commanded, his voice dropping into a dark, authoritative register. I obeyed, my breath hitching as I arched my back, presenting myself to him in the spray of the shower.

He reached out, pinning both of my wrists against the tile with one hand, trapping . I felt the thick, throbbing heat of his cock brush against my wet entrance, a blunt pressure that sent a jolt of pure electricity through my spine. He didn’t just shove himself in; he wanted to feel every agonizing milliter.

"You’re so ready for ," he whispered, his lips grazing my ear as he slowly began to slide inside.

I let out a long, shaky moan as he entered, an inch at a ti. The sensation was overwhelming, the friction of him stretching my heat, the sheer size of him claiming after days of cold distance.

I felt every ridge, every pulse, until he finally bottod out, his pelvis slamming hard against my glutes. I let out a choked cry, my head falling forward against the wall as the fullness of him settled deep in my gut.

He stayed still for a mont, letting adjust to him, before he began to move. It started as a slow, rhythmic grind, his hips rotating to hit my prostate with every shallow thrust. I was a ss of incoherent sounds, my forehead thumping against the tile as the pleasure began to build.

"How do you want it, Alis? Tell ," he demanded, his voice a low snarl.

"Harder... Alex. Fuck harder. Don’t go gentle," I sobbed.

That was the breaking point. The slow rhythm shattered as he began to thrust with a savage, unrestrained dominance. He used his free hand to deliver a sharp, ringing spank to my ass, the sting only fueling the fire in my blood. The sound of our bodies colliding had a wet, slapping cadence, mingled with the roar of the shower.

He was relentless, his thrusts coming fast and deep, pinning so hard against the wall I thought I might break. He was reclaiming with every heavy drive, his breath coming in ragged gasps against my neck.

I was screaming, my moans turning into raw, uninhibited shrieks of pleasure as the friction inside reached a fever pitch. He was taking like I was his most prized possession, his movents fierce and possessive, leaving no doubt that despite the lies of the world outside, in this room, I belonged entirely to him.

"Fuck, yes!" I gasped, trying to turn my head to find him.

He reached around, capturing my lips in a bruising, desperate kiss as he slamd into with renewed ferocity. I moaned directly into his mouth, the taste of our shared breath and the heat of the shower consuming . He gripped my hips so hard I knew there would be finger-shaped bruises tomorrow, but I didn’t care, I needed the pain to ground the pleasure.

"Baby... I’m so close," he groaned against my lips, his pace becoming a blurred, frantic vibration. "I’m close, Alis!"

He hit my sweet spot one final, devastating ti, and we both shattered. A strangled cry tore from my throat as I spilled against the cold tile walls, my body racking with tremors. Simultaneously, I felt the searing heat of him filling , a heavy, pulsing release that made my vision go blur.

We stayed like that for a long minute, the only sound the heavy thrum of the water and our synchronized, ragged panting. It was the most intense, soul-shaking sex we had shared in a long ti.

Alex slumped against my back, his arms wrapping around in a crushing embrace. He pressed a lingering, tender kiss to my wet shoulder. "Thank you, baby," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for not letting go."

I stayed silent. The high was already slipping away, replaced by the sharp, unwelco reality of everything waiting for us beyond this mont.

The silence between us shifted from passionate to heavy. We stood under the spray together, rinsing the evidence of our surrender off our skin, before stepping out into the cool air of the bedroom.

As always, Alex took charge of getting ready. He carefully dried my skin and helped into my silk pajamas; this ti, I didn’t protest. Part of needed him to feel the quiet weight of responsibility after what we had just shared, and honestly, I was far too drained to even lift my arms. Once I was dressed, I slipped into bed without saying a word.

Alex dressed quickly and slipped in beside , his arms reaching out to pull into a cuddle, seeking the warmth of the afterglow. But for , the window of intimacy had already slamd shut. I grabbed a spare pillow and shoved it firmly between us, a soft but undeniable barrier.

"Babe? Didn’t we just...?" he started, his voice trailing off in confusion.

I didn’t glance at him. I ignored him completely, doubling the pillow in the center of the bed as a barrier between us. I closed my eyes and let sleep take , the last thing I heard was Alex’s low, disappointed mumbling.

The morning didn’t arrive with a soft sunrise; it arrived with a heavy, persistent pounding on the door.

I bolted upright, my eyes snapping open with a flash of anger. I turned to tell Alex to handle the door, but the space beside was empty. The sheets were cold. I scanned the room, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Alex?" I called out, my voice raspy from sleep. No answer.

I reached for my phone on the nightstand, but my fingers landed on a folded piece of paper instead. My heart skipped a beat as I grabbed it.

Hey babe... I went out to get sothing real quick. I will be back soon.

I threw the covers aside and marched to the door, ready to confront whoever was causing the noise. When I opened it, one of the housemaids stood there, her expression anxious. "Madam wants you to co downstairs at once," she said. "The Master is ho."

"Fine," I replied, my jaw tightening. "Where is Alex?

"Fine," I said, my expression hardening. "Where’s Alex? Where did he go?"

The maid looked at her feet, avoiding my eyes. "He... he went out with Miss Sarah, sir. About an hour ago."

The blood drained from my face. "What?"