The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 162: Stimulant - R18

Ethan balanced Julian easily with one arm supporting his weight, using his free hand to push the heavy door open. The position forced Julian to wrap both his arms tightly around the man’s neck to maintain his balance, burying his face in the crook of Ethan’s shoulder.

The moment they were across the threshold, the man slammed the door shut behind them with a decisive thud, immediately twisting the lock to secure their privacy.

Ethan did not bother to turn on the bright overhead chandelier. He left the room bathed in the dim, golden ambiance of the wall sconces, supplemented only by the faint, distant glow of the city lights filtering in through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows. The semi-darkness added a layer of intimacy and secrecy to the sprawling suite.

Once again, before Julian could even get his bearings, the man pressed him back against the thick wooden panels of the door. He gave the younger man no time to catch his breath, no time to ask questions. Ethan’s lips were on him again, but this time they didn’t seek his mouth. He kissed Julian’s cheek, hot and wet, then let the kisses slide lower. They trailed down the curve of his jawline, wet and demanding, before settling into the sensitive, creamy hollow of his neck.

"Ah..."

Julian’s back was flat against the door, his feet dangling slightly off the ground as Ethan’s arms held him elevated. He threw his head back, exposing the elegant, vulnerable arch of his throat to the man’s ministrations. His Adam’s apple bobbed beneath the pale skin, a perfect curve of temptation. His hands gripped Ethan’s broad shoulders tightly, his fingers digging into the fabric of the expensive suit jacket. He felt like a drowning man clutching at a piece of driftwood, desperately trying to stabilize a body that was rapidly turning into liquid in the man’s embrace.

"My baby smiled so beautifully today." Ethan whispered against his skin.

He planted a lingering kiss right on the shell of Julian’s ear, sending a shiver down the younger man’s spine. Ethan’s voice was low and hoarse, vibrating with a rough texture that grated against Julian’s nerves in the most pleasurable way. The man’s lips and tongue continued their downward journey, his canine teeth grazing lightly, dangerously, against the thin skin of Julian’s neck.

"You smiled until your eyes formed crescents at Simon." Ethan continued, his voice dropping an octave, laced with accusation: "And at Louis, too. Was Felix there? I believe he was. Were you truly that happy to see them?"

Through the haze of lust, Julian’s mind began to clear just enough to grasp the situation.

So that was it. A realization dawned on him. No wonder the man was kissing him with such frenzied madness tonigh. No wonder there was this undercurrent of aggression. Ethan Caldwell was jealous.

And not just jealous of some rival, he was jealous of his own best friends. He was eating vinegar over the very group of people he had proactively taken Julian to meet. This childish, unreasonable possessiveness was so out of character for the usually stoic and composed Ethan Caldwell that it was almost comical.

He must be drunk, Julian concluded. That was the only explanation. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Mmph... they are your friends, Ethan." Julian managed to gasp out, trying to inject some reason into the heated moment: "I have to give you face, don’t I? I was just smiling out of social courtesy."

"Is that so?" Ethan huffed softly, a sound of dismissal vibrating against Julian’s collarbone.

His large hand, seemingly having a mind of its own, began to wander. It slipped from Julian’s waist, sliding boldly under the hem of his silk shirt. The warm, calloused palm made direct contact with the smooth skin of Julian’s lower back, sending electric shocks through his system.

"But suddenly, I found myself disliking it." Ethan muttered, his voice thick with petulance. His fingers danced along Julian’s spine, creating friction that burned: "If I had known, I would never have taken you to meet them. Especially Louis. You are my baby, mine alone. What kind of superstar artist? That man... his head is filled with nothing but bad thoughts!"

Just listen to that tone. Why on earth was Ethan Caldwell acting so incredibly childish with his jealousy tonight? The sheer absurdity of the situation, the powerful, stoic tycoon pouting like a possessive teenager, made Julian Sterling want to burst out laughing. However, he knew better. He had to bite his lip hard, suppressing the urge to giggle, forcing himself to maintain a somewhat serious demeanor.

He would bet a thousand percent, no, make that a million, that if he dared to let out even a single chuckle right now, the consequences would be dire. If he laughed, he would undoubtedly be ravaged by Ethan tonight, fucked until his soul left his body and he couldn’t even lift a finger.

However, as it turned out, Julian’s silence was no guarantee of safety. Even though he didn’t laugh, Ethan Caldwell clearly had no intention of sparing him.

With a sudden, violent motion, the man exerted a burst of strength. His hands grabbed the lapels of Julian’s silk shirt and yanked them apart.

Rip.

The sound of fabric straining and buttons popping echoed in the small space. The delicate buttons of the expensive silk shirt couldn’t withstand the brute force; they flew off, scattering across the floor like hail before the shirt itself surrendered. The soft, smooth fabric fell away from his body, sliding off his slender shoulders and pooling around his elbows, instantly exposing his pale, heaving chest to the cool air of the room. Julian’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing hitching in agitation and anticipation.

Ethan tossed the now-ruined, hindering garment to the side without a second glance. His eyes, dark and burning with an intensity that bordered on madness, locked onto the exposed skin. He stared intently at the two rosy points standing stark against the milky white skin of Julian’s chest. Then, without a word of warning or a moment of preparation, the man lowered his head.

He didn’t kiss. He didn’t lick. He captured one of the pink nipples between his lips and bit down with his teeth.

"Ah~!"

Julian’s body convulsed violently, arching off the door as if a high-voltage current had just surged through his veins. The sensation was sharp, electric, and overwhelming. His legs, which had been wrapped securely around the man’s waist, suddenly lost all their strength, trembling uncontrollably and turning to jelly. If not for Ethan’s strong arms tightening like iron bands around him, pinning his weight firmly against the wooden door panel, Julian would have surely slid down to the floor in a heap.

Ethan’s tongue, hot, wet, and slightly rough, swirled around the sensitive areola, teasing the nerve endings until Julian felt like he was going to lose his mind. The man painted wet, glistening circles on the skin, preparing it for the next assault. He alternated between biting the congested, swollen nipple and sucking on it with a heavy, rhythmic pressure. The movements were not gentle; they were rude, urgent, and undeniably rough.

"Mmph... gentle... please, be gentle, Ethan... it hurts..." Julian whimpered, his head thrown back. His fingers buried themselves in the man’s short, thick hair, tugging at the strands. In his haze of pleasure and pain, he didn’t even know if he was trying to push the man’s head away or press it deeper into his chest.

He genuinely didn’t know what had triggered Ethan to this extent today. Was it the alcohol coursing through his veins? Was it the teasing remarks from his group of friends earlier? Or was it perhaps the way Julian had shone so brightly when discussing game design, capturing the attention of everyone in the room? Whatever the catalyst was, it had unleashed a beast. Suddenly, the man was behaving with a level of aggression and possessiveness that was terrifyingly arousing. It felt as though Ethan wanted to leave his mark on every single square inch of Julian’s skin, to brand him so deeply that the world would know, without a shadow of a doubt, exactly who he belonged to. He was declaring absolute sovereignty over Julian’s body and soul.

The skin of Julian’s chest was being bullied thoroughly. The smooth, white expanse was now slick with saliva, glistening under the dim wall lights. Under the relentless assault, his nipples had swollen to twice their size, standing erect and pitiful in the cool air, vibrating with pain and pleasure. If one looked closely, they could clearly see two or three faint teeth marks imprinted on the tender flesh, a testament to the man’s loss of control.