The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 294: Unspoken Agreement (R18)

Julian looked into the man’s eyes for a moment, then his gaze slowly trailed downwards. The man’s face was slightly flushed, perhaps due to the drug’s stimulation causing his capillaries to dilate significantly. His chest was also red, covered with a few fresh scratch marks, the author of which was none other than Julian. Gliding down a little further revealed that imposing, heavily veined member aggressively flaunting its might.

It stood tall and rigid, the veins tracing along it clearly visible, and even its tip was already leaking fluid.

Just a single glance was enough to know that his condition was far from comfortable. Even if he wanted to take a cold shower to cool down, there was no telling how long he would have to stay under the water. He might even soak in the water until Kieran Talbot arrived here without necessarily finding relief.

Julian flipped his hand, pushing Ethan Caldwell down before propping himself up to sit, looking at the man: "Do you think I am so useless that I cannot even take care of my own husband?"

Ethan Caldwell caressed his face, his fingertips brushing over Julian’s eyebags, where faint dark circles had already formed: "You do not need to force yourself, baby. Truly, I... nh..."

The man’s half-spoken words were abruptly cut off, simply because Julian felt he was talking too much. He did not care, simply leaning straight down to envelop Ethan Caldwell’s fully erect member into his mouth.

Had Julian ever taken Ethan Caldwell’s member into his mouth before? He thought back for a moment, it seemed he had, but not very often. It was primarily Ethan Caldwell who did it for him. Even if he did take it, it was usually right after the man had taken a shower, perfectly fresh and clean.

It was completely unlike right now, where the taste was entirely different.

Aside from the potent scent of male hormones filling his nasal cavity, there was also the musky aroma from their previous ejaculations. However, it was not an overly unpleasant smell; Julian felt it was still bearable. He parted his lips and took the glans in, mimicking the few times the man had done it for him to give it a light lick.

The slightly salty, metallic taste of semen rushed into his mouth, making Julian slightly furrow his brows. But before Ethan Caldwell could say anything, he was silenced by Julian’s glare. It was just that he did not know his appearance of taking a member into his mouth while glaring at someone would only cause the man’s lust to surge even further.

Julian felt as though the member in his mouth became even more engorged, swelling slightly larger. But he did not care much, merely licking the tip would naturally not satisfy Ethan Caldwell. Thus, Julian opened his mouth to the fullest, slowly swallowing the shaft down, stopping only when it reached the maximum depth he could tolerate.

There was still a portion of the shaft left outside, so Julian used his hand to support it, gently stroking, occasionally fondling the testicles at the base of the member. Julian sucked lightly on the member in his mouth, let it slide out, used his tongue to lick along the length of that heavily veined shaft, then took it back in and gave it a strong pull.

He did not usually do this sort of thing, but after being served by Ethan Caldwell so often, he had managed to pick up a few tricks.

Initially, Ethan Caldwell was still able to hold back, but following Julian’s actions, the man gradually began to lose control. Every time Julian took the entire shaft into his mouth, the man would give a slight upward thrust. Caught off guard, the member poked deeply into the back of his throat, causing Julian to feel a gag reflex.

His throat constricted, tightening firmly around the glans; the deepthroat caused Ethan Caldwell to occasionally let out a soft groan of absolute satisfaction.

Julian did not have much of an issue with this either.

However, continuously keeping it in his mouth without the man releasing made him feel slightly annoyed. He felt as though his lips had become slightly swollen from the friction, his jaw was completely sore from keeping his mouth open, yet the man still showed no signs of wanting to release. Thus, Julian released it, pouting his lips as he grumbled: "I had it in my mouth for ages and you still did not come, and you actually wanted to go take a cold shower like this. How long would you have showered for, were you planning to sleep in there?"

Julian was scolding him, but his eyes were glistening with unshed tears because the glans poking his throat had triggered his gag reflex and stimulated his tear ducts. His lips were slightly swollen and red, coated with a glistening trail of saliva that extended all the way down his chin. This appearance did not look like he was fiercely scolding someone at all, but rather as if he was acting spoiled and coquettish.

Ethan Caldwell could no longer bear watching, he reached out and pulled Julian to lie flat against his chest, then fiercely kissed that grumbling mouth. The kiss this time was no longer gentle like before, but was deeply steeped in raw lust.

Sweeping, biting, and relentlessly lingering.

It felt as if he wanted to drag Julian down to drown in a sea of desire.

But that was perfectly fine, because Julian was completely willing.

He could have completely ignored Ethan Caldwell and let him go into the bathroom to handle it himself. After all, this solution was proposed by the man himself; Julian could not be blamed at all. It was just that the moment Julian turned around to ask Ethan Caldwell where he was going, this method of resolution had already been entirely discarded.

He himself was still right here, how could he possibly accept his own husband going into the bathroom to relieve himself?

It was too humiliating, completely unacceptable.

Furthermore, he was tired simply because today’s schedule had been a bit packed, not because lovemaking was tiring. Julian had absolutely no issue with making love to Ethan Caldwell. Occasionally, the two of them would engage in some slightly rough play, but it was still fine.

The boundary they established together was simply as long as Julian could accept it. They experimented with a few things, allowing their sex life to gain many fresh, new experiences. They had set a safe word for each other.

As long as Julian had not uttered the safe word, it meant...

...All of his crying, moaning, or begging were merely expressions within the blissful throes of lust. In those moments, he might cry and scold the man, but he could still accept it.

It was like a tacit agreement that the man could treat him however he pleased.

Just like right now, Julian was sitting on top of Ethan Caldwell, his legs spread to either side, his small mouth taking in that thick, massive member. The man, on the other hand, was thrusting upward from below while simultaneously using his hand to push a urethral sound deep inside.

"Ah... hic... don’t..."

Julian gripped the bedsheets beneath him so tightly that his fingertips turned stark white, his body bouncing as he received the intense pleasure from his lower half alongside the stinging numbness from his own member. Even though he was crying to the point where his eyes were brimming with tears, teardrops trailing down his cheeks, he still never once opened his mouth to utter the safe word.

Clearly, Julian also wanted to try it.