The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 193: The Starlit Surrender

"What is wrong now, my little baby? Do you want it to be faster?" Ethan chuckled softly, his scorchingly hot breath fanning directly against Julian’s incredibly sensitive ear.

"Do... do not tease me like this... um... You already know exactly what I want..."

The man’s fingers intentionally lingered around that highly sensitive spot without actually pressing firmly into it, leaving Julian’s entire body suspended in a state of agonisingly unbearable yearning, feeling simultaneously hollow and desperately craving to be utterly filled. He called out Ethan’s name in a profoundly coquettish manner, his nasal voice choking with an adorable sense of grievance, while using those beautiful eyes, thoroughly drenched in tears of sheer physical pleasure, to stare straight into the profoundly deep gaze of the older man.

The nighttime stars shone with a brilliant sparkle tonight, scattered brilliantly across the vast and tranquil expanse of the quiet space, yet in comparison, they could not even begin to rival the fierce, undeniably overwhelming passion that was burning fiercely within the absolute depths of Ethan’s dark eyes. The atmosphere completely surrounding the two of them seemed to visibly thicken and solidify, leaving behind only the pleasantly lingering, sharp masculine scent flawlessly intertwining with a soft, intensely intoxicating sweetness.

This wonderfully alluring and openly inviting demeanor of Julian truly made one’s heart tremble to the absolute point where maintaining any shred of rational restraint was no longer a genuine possibility. Every single flush of pink coloring the delicate contours of Julian’s face acted as a magically compelling, incredibly bewitching urge. Ethan leaned down, aggressively locking his warm lips against Julian’s mouth, thoroughly and entirely swallowing all of the lovely, breathy moans that called out his own name deep into his stomach. His overwhelming, encompassing pressure carried an absolute and undeniable power that simply allowed for zero refusal. The large hand working below was also completely done with mere teasing. It rapidly accelerated its pace, and in no time at all, it had fully forced three long fingers completely inside the tight, incredibly narrow little passage, then perfectly mimicked the rhythmic action of intercourse by relentlessly thrusting in and pulling out without pausing, producing shamefully explicit, squelching wet sounds that loudly echoed throughout the deserted, lonely darkness of the night.

The intimate kiss shared between the two men gradually transformed into something far more wild and undeniably possessive, as if they desperately wanted to ruthlessly plunder every last breath of air from one another, completely and effectively sealing off any possible route of escape for the other party. They kissed each other for such an extraordinarily long time that Julian once again felt his own lips grow utterly numb to the point of losing all physical sensation, his tongue aching and completely exhausted from constantly reciprocating the intense, burning enthusiasm of his partner. Ethan alternated seamlessly between deeply sucking and affectionately biting down on the swollen, bright red lips, effectively creating a sharply stimulating sensation of exquisite pain. His dominant tongue mercilessly swept through every single hidden corner and tight crevice within Julian’s mouth, greedily devouring every broken, sobbing moan that escaped the younger man. Meanwhile, his other hand was certainly not remaining idle. It actively began to travel all across Julian’s body, spreading upwards from the wonderfully slender waist all the way up to the chest, possessively kneading the exceptionally smooth skin, bringing along a searing heat akin to a burning fire that was generously scattered all over Julian’s trembling form. Wherever that large hand wandered, every single inch of Julian’s skin shuddered violently in immediate, eager response.

"Um... Ethan... slower... just a little bit slower..."

Julian desperately attempted to articulate the older man’s name, desperately wanting to pitifully beg for just a tiny fraction of life-saving oxygen, but the sound was abruptly intercepted, morphing entirely into exceptionally charming and incredibly alluring, breathy sobs. His chest heaved up and down with fierce intensity, frictionally rubbing against the incredibly solid and exceptionally broad chest positioned directly above him. He could clearly and distinctly feel the unmistakable physical transformation of the man who was currently pressing down so heavily upon his body.

Ethan’s heartbeat thumped with a powerful, commanding rhythmic force that could be felt straight through the thin, severely wrinkled layers of fabric separating them. That solid hardness, that scalding heat that felt exactly like a piece of red-hot iron, and that uniquely characteristic aura of exceptionally dangerous masculinity were all pressing intimately against Julian’s perfectly flat lower abdomen, silently threatening and actively enticing a far more intense and ferocious invasion that was about to imminently arrive.

A gust of the evening wind blew past them, carrying along the bone-chilling coldness characteristic of the desolate and entirely deserted suburbs, smoothly slipping right into the narrow gap completely separating their two bodies, yet it fundamentally failed to cool down the dangerously skyrocketing temperature between them. On the contrary, the stark, sheer contrast between the biting, skin-piercing chill of the surrounding air and the fiercely blazing heat radiating directly from Ethan’s large body only served to drastically sharpen Julian’s heightened senses a hundred times over. He could intimately feel the unyielding, rigid coldness of the car’s hood directly beneath his lower back, the freezing metal ruthlessly seeping right through his clothing, constantly rubbing against his bare flesh every single time his body instinctively bounced upward in perfect sync with the rhythmic cadence of the passionate kiss. The sensation of a faint, stinging pain on his back originating from the harsh friction against the cold metal flawlessly blended together with the intensely overwhelming pleasure blooming upon his lips, effectively creating a wonderfully bizarre and extraordinarily unique form of stimulation that caused Julian’s mind to spin uncontrollably and descend into a hazy, entirely completely muddled blur. He unconsciously reached out both of his arms, clinging desperately onto Ethan’s massively broad shoulders as though he were frantically searching for the one and only sturdy anchor available to him in the very midst of this chaotic storm of lust and undeniable love.

Ethan’s hands had already managed to slip exceptionally deep underneath the hem of Julian’s shirt. The older man’s hands genuinely did not possess any excessively large calluses, mostly just the fingers accustomed to constantly holding a pen were slightly rougher than average as they frictionally brushed against the flawlessly smooth skin, bringing along an incredibly profound sense of steadfast security while simultaneously overflowing with an absolute, undeniable control. This was especially true regarding Julian’s waistline, a spot that was exceedingly sensitive. Every single time it was touched, Julian’s entire body would violently jolt in sheer surprise, instinctively arching forward in a desperate bid to eagerly welcome even more of those highly addictive caresses. The man’s large hand affectionately stroked, gently squeezed, and then leisurely traveled back upwards, effectively igniting countless little flickering flames that burned brightly within the young man’s incredibly responsive body. He continuously alternated between sliding up to caress the chest and then pulling back down to aggressively tease the waist, ruthlessly torturing Julian to the very point where the younger man was genuinely on the verge of going completely insane.

Ethan finally separated his mouth from Julian’s swollen lips, deliberately leaving behind a fragile, glistening silver thread of saliva that seamlessly connected the two of them together, beautifully sparkling beneath the expansive starry sky above. This particular visual spectacle carried a profoundly surreal yet ultimately realistic aura to the utmost absolute extreme. The older man lowered his handsome head to gaze intently at Julian, his dark eyes appearing as though they contained an actual roaring fire of dark desire that was furiously flickering and completely incinerating any remaining barriers of logical, rational thought.