The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 165: A Breath-Taking View

Julian Sterling found himself pushed to the very brink of exasperation, his temper flaring in response to Ethan Caldwell’s relentless, teasing provocation. He twisted his neck around, mustering every ounce of intimidation he could gather, intending to fix the man behind him with a withering, ferocious glare that would silence him. However, the visual impact he presented was far from threatening. The remnants of their shared passion still clung to him like a second skin. The tides of lust had not yet fully receded, leaving his cheeks flushed with a feverish, roseate heat and his eyes shimmering with a layer of unshed, glistening mist. Such a vulnerable, ravished appearance possessed absolutely no lethality; if anything, it was an unintended invitation.

Beholding Julian in such a defenseless state only stoked the darker fires within Ethan Caldwell, making him want to bully the younger man even further. A low, predatory chuckle escaped the man as he lowered his head. He sank his teeth into the smooth curve of Julian’s exposed shoulder, marking him, while simultaneously driving his hips forward to deliver a profound, soul-shaking thrust deep inside him.

"Mmh... d-don’t... stop..." Julian’s body convulsed violently. The stimulation was too intense, overloading his senses until his very toes curled tightly, gripping the empty air in a spasm of sheer, overwhelming intensity.

"Ethan... please... let, let my leg down. It hurts... it hurts so much."

The demanding posture, requiring him to keep one leg hoisted high in the air, forced every muscle fiber in his body to strain and tremble in protest. After riding through crest after crest of climax, Julian Sterling’s physique was pushed to its absolute limit. He was pulled as taut as a violin string, humming with tension and ready to snap at the slightest added provocation. The predicament left him no choice but to sob brokenly, pleading with the man behind him to release the limb that could no longer support its own weight.

Hearing those whines and soft sobs, the darkness in Ethan Caldwell’s eyes deepened into an abyss of desire, even as the corners of his lips quirked upward in a wicked, satisfied smirk. The man dipped his head, pressing a tender kiss against the shell of Julian’s ear, which was burning a bright scarlet from the heat of their encounter. His voice dropped to a husky whisper, vibrating against Julian’s skin: "My darling, you really are so terribly difficult to please."

Despite his teasing words, Ethan did not force him to keep his leg hooked over the backrest any longer. Julian’s leg dropped heavily onto the plush sofa cushion. However, the sudden shift in gravity and angle brought a wave of aching soreness from maintaining the strenuous pose for so long. It caused a shiver to ripple through Julian’s entire frame, and in response, his internal passage involuntarily clamped down tight, gripping the invader. This sudden contraction wrung a heavy, ragged groan from the man buried within him.

Before Julian could fully comprehend the reaction or catch his breath, the other man had already captured his skin, specifically his shoulder, again, delivering a bite that stung sharply, leaving a mark of ownership. Yet, in stark contrast to that roughness, Ethan’s large, calloused hand slid downwards, finding the root of Julian’s thigh to gently massage the cramped, knotted muscles with surprising tenderness.

"It hurts... why did you bite me?"

The man offered no verbal reply. Instead, he soothed the sting by dragging his wet, hot tongue over the teeth marks he had just imprinted on the skin.

The rhythm of their intimacy slowed, allowing Julian to claw back a shred of rationality from the haze of lust. He felt that Ethan Caldwell was behaving incredibly strangely today. The act of making love was familiar, intense as always, but there were gestures and moods that bordered on excessive.

Wait, surely he wasn’t actually drunk?

"Ethan, are you intoxicated?" Julian turned his head back as far as he could, his lips accidentally brushing against the warmth of the man’s cheek: "Or was there a problem with the wi... Mph!"

The word ’wine’ never made it past his lips. Ethan maliciously drove into him with a punishingly deep thrust, cutting off his speech. Furthermore, that large hand glided from his thigh up to press firmly against his flat, trembling abdomen, feeling the movement from within. Attacked by sensation from both inside and out, Julian’s body shook uncontrollably. His head fell back against Ethan’s shoulder, and his vision was once again obscured by a thick haze of tears.

The man’s voice ghosted against his ear, dropping to a dangerous, guttural octave that sent shivers down his spine: "I have no need for such things."

Ethan paused for a heartbeat, as if weighing a serious matter, before adding with a hint of dark amusement: "It seems that I haven’t been exerting myself enough usually, causing my darling to question my capabilities."

Julian was being pounded into a state of delirium. He barely registered the words through the fog of pleasure. He only sensed the shift when Ethan Caldwell slid both hands beneath him, maneuvering his body to turn him around, all while remaining fully embedded deep within him.

"Ah..." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The man’s powerful arms braced his body, using brute strength to hoist him completely off the sofa. This sudden suspension forced Julian, by pure instinct, to wrap his legs tightly around Ethan’s waist and throw his arms around the man’s neck to prevent falling.

This position left the small aperture below no choice but to swallow the intrusion whole, leaving not a sliver of space. The sudden act of being lifted caused gravity to bear down, driving the massive weapon already buried inside him even deeper, piercing him to the very hilt, touching the deepest recesses of his soul.

"Ethan... ngh... too deep... hic..." Julian whimpered, fresh tears spilling over his lashes. This standing carry created a completely novel angle of penetration, reaching sweet spots he had never perceived while lying down. It slammed relentlessly against his prostate, already swollen with pleasure, grinding and crushing it without a shred of mercy.

"Be good. Clamp tight. If you fall, I will have to punish you." Ethan Caldwell delivered a sharp, resounding slap to Julian’s buttocks, a gesture that was half threat, half indulgence as he savored the feeling of the hot, silken walls inside contracting wildly in a mix of arousal and fear.

The man did not remain by the sofa. With Julian Sterling clinging to him for dear life, Ethan Caldwell began to walk, taking steady, powerful strides toward the floor-to-ceiling glass wall at the far end of the room.

With every step Ethan took, the connection between them jarred, causing the shaft to bounce and thrust deeper within. Julian was jostled until his mind spun. He buried his face into the crook of Ethan’s neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of musk, sweat, and raw desire. His moans were shattered, falling from his lips in broken pieces with every heavy footfall.

"Eth... where are we going... put me down... ngh..."

"Taking you to enjoy the view." Ethan replied with an infuriating calmness.

Finally, the man came to a halt directly in front of the colossal sheet of tempered glass that stretched from the floor to the high ceiling, revealing the sprawling city below.