The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 163: The Mark of Possession - R18

After Ethan had seemingly grown bored with the left side, or perhaps deciding it had been sufficiently ravaged and swollen, he mercilessly switched his target to the right side. He continued his campaign of marking, ensuring that neither side was spared. The sound of wet sucking and slurping echoed clearly in the otherwise quiet room, a lewd soundtrack that mingled with the heavy, ragged breathing of two men lost in lust, creating a symphony of pure erotica.

After a long while of tormenting Julian’s chest, Ethan still didn’t seem satisfied. The fire in his belly had not yet been quenched.

He shifted his grip, sliding his hands down to cup Julian’s buttocks firmly. With a display of effortless strength, he lifted Julian higher, carrying him away from the door and striding purposefully toward the center of the room.

The VVIP suites at The Ebony Lounge generally followed one of two design philosophies. The first type was modeled after a presidential suite, complete with a massive king-sized bed and a glass-walled bathroom for overnight stays. The second type, however, was designed as a high-end reception lounge. These rooms contained no beds, only tea tables and long, expansive sofas, intended for discussing business contracts or hosting private gatherings.

Obviously, the room Ethan had reserved fell into the second category. There was no soft mattress or warm duvet here. There was only a set of genuine leather sofas, black and glossy, exuding an air of cold luxury and professional detachment.

Ethan lowered Julian onto the sofa. The piece of furniture wasn’t exactly small, it was a high-end luxury item, after all, but forcing it to accommodate two full-grown men was a bit of a stretch. However, the man clearly didn’t care about comfort or logistics. He pressed Julian down into the cushions, his heavy body covering the younger man’s slender frame as he initiated another deep, soul-consuming kiss.

By this point, Julian’s clothes had been completely stripped away. From his ruined silk shirt to his tailored trousers, everything had been peeled off and discarded, leaving a trail of expensive fabric leading from the door to the foot of the sofa. His body lay completely naked, his skin glowing porcelain-white against the stark contrast of the pitch-black leather beneath him.

Conversely, Ethan Caldwell remained almost fully dressed. He was still clad in his impeccable, expensive suit. His tie was only slightly loosened at the collar, and his sleeves were rolled up just a fraction to reveal his forearms. The visual contrast was striking and deeply erotic: one man dressed in the armor of power and authority, looming over another who was stripped bare, vulnerable, and exposed. It created a tableau of dominance and submission that heightened the sexual tension to an explosive level.

Ethan didn’t lie down completely. Instead, he positioned himself beside the sofa, placing one knee on the cushion and forcing his way between Julian’s spread legs.

"Turn around." the man commanded. His voice was hoarse, thick with desire, and left no room for argument. To emphasize the order, he delivered a sharp, stinging slap to Julian’s buttocks.

Julian, his mind foggy with lust, obeyed instinctively. He meekly turned over, kneeling on the sofa cushions. He gripped the armrest of the sofa with both hands for support, arching his back and sticking his bottom high into the air, presenting himself to Ethan. The position was incredibly humiliating, exposing his most private and intimate areas directly to the man’s gaze under the wash of the golden lights.

Ethan’s eyes traced the exquisite curve that ran from the dip of Julian’s waist down to the full, rounded swell of his buttocks. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his throat dry. He lowered his head, pressing a kiss to the base of Julian’s neck, then trailed a line of wet, hot kisses down the length of his spine, over the shoulder blades, down the lumbar arch, and finally stopping at the fleshy curve of his glutes.

His large hands moved roughly, grabbing Julian’s thighs and pulling them apart as wide as they would go. Then, the man lifted one of Julian’s legs, hooking it over the high backrest of the sofa. This adjustment left Julian completely splayed open, his posture wanton and inviting, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Yet, Ethan did not rush to enter him immediately.

Instead, he lowered his head further. He planted a tender kiss on Julian’s slender ankle, worshipping the bone structure there. Then, his tongue began a slow, torturous journey upward. He licked along the calf, circled the knee cap, and continued higher, gliding over the sensitive skin of the inner thigh.

"Ah..." Julian shuddered violently, a wave of goosebumps erupting across his entire body.

The sensation of Ethan’s hot breath ghosting over that delicate, thin skin was maddening enough, but there was something else. Ethan had shaved that morning, but after a long day, a shadow of stubble had begun to emerge on his chin and jaw. It wasn’t smooth anymore; it had a slight, sandpaper-like texture. As he buried his face in Julian’s inner thighs, that rough stubble rubbed and scraped against the tender, soft flesh. It was an abrasive friction that was simultaneously ticklish and intensely stimulating, sending jolts of raw sensation straight to Julian’s brain.

The man lowered his head, his teeth grazing the tender, sensitive skin of Julian Sterling’s inner thigh. He bit down gently, just enough to bruise, leaving a blooming mark of purple possession on the creamy flesh, a visual testament to his ownership. Then, his large, calloused hand moved upwards, groping blindly but accurately until it found the tight, secluded entrance hidden between the younger man’s glutes.

For some time now, Julian had enforced a strict embargo on their bedroom activities, effectively banning Ethan from his bed. Although Ethan had managed to steal a few touches here and there, stealing kisses and gropes like a starving man, he had not been permitted to truly touch or enter this soul-consuming little mouth in quite a while. Consequently, the entrance was currently tightly shut, the muscle ring contracted in a stubborn refusal. However, Julian’s body had been conditioned by Ethan over time. it was all too familiar with these intimate, sensitive touches. The sheer amount of stimulation he had received earlier, the teasing, the nipple play, the kisses, was enough to make that small, devouring mouth below twitch involuntarily. It contracted and relaxed in a minute rhythm, even beginning to secrete a small amount of clear, eager fluid, as if it were silently weeping in anticipation, longing to be filled.

Ethan Caldwell reached into the pocket of his discarded suit jacket, rummaging around for a brief moment. To Julian’s absolute astonishment, he pulled out a miniature tube of lubricant. Without a second of hesitation, he uncapped it and squeezed the entire contents onto Julian’s rear entrance.

At first, Julian didn’t fully register what was happening. It was only when he felt that familiar, slick, and cold sensation seeping into his skin that realization dawned on him. He crane his neck around, his eyes widening in disbelief as they landed on the empty tube in Ethan’s hand. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Are you insane?" Julian gasped, his eyes, previously hazy with lust, now rounded with shock: "You carried that thing around with you all day?"