The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 293: Restless Night (R18)

"Mm..."

Ethan Caldwell leaned down and kissed him, their lips gently tangling together. But things down below were not as gentle. The pace grew faster and faster, with every thrust, he deliberately ground against that sensitive spot, colliding relentlessly.

"No... ah... right there... it’s too hard... it’s so numb, I’m dying... slow down... slow down... ah!"

After a few rounds of sex, the mucous membrane had become slightly swollen. Even a light touch on that sensitive spot brought a spine-tingling wave of pleasure. Ethan Caldwell thrust hard again, making the sensation even harder to describe, leaving Julian with no choice but to moan.

The man suddenly slowed down, pulling his shaft almost completely out before driving it back in with a brutal thrust. Julian seemed to lose his voice, his eyes hazy and unfocused, his mouth slightly parted, leaving only the sound of wet pants.

Julian wasn’t even sure if he had just ejaculated. He only knew that everything from his waist down was completely limp. Only his entrance was still contracting, swallowing the other’s member. His abdomen felt both numb and hot, and his entire body was extremely sensitive, as if a single touch could trigger the next climax.

In a daze, Julian felt Ethan Caldwell lift him up and change their position, having him sit on top.

Julian didn’t even have the strength to support his own body. His waist went soft as he sat with his back turned, positioned between Ethan Caldwell’s bent legs. His legs were spread wide, completely taking in the other’s length to the very depths. Julian’s face was flushed, tears streaming down his cheeks, looking as if he had been pushed to his absolute limit. He said hoarsely: "I... I can’t do it... I’m out of strength..."

"Can’t do it" meant he had no strength left to ride.

"Mm." So Ethan Caldwell lifted his hips, forcefully thrusting from the bottom up.

"Ah! Mm! Ha!..." Following the rhythm of the collisions, Julian let out soft moans. The semen that had been pounded out of him earlier slowly liquefied and trailed down his stomach, leaving both of them slick and sticky. Their joining point felt as if it had been smeared with honey, cloyingly sweet.

He didn’t know how much longer the thrusting lasted before Ethan Caldwell’s lower abdomen tightened and he released.

Julian couldn’t remember how many times he had come; he only knew he truly had nothing left to shoot. But with his prostate being relentlessly crushed time and again, his tip still managed to secrete quite a bit of fluid.

By the time Ethan Caldwell reluctantly brought this round to a close, Julian lay limply on the bed. Seeing the man’s member already showing signs of rising again, Julian waved his hands in surrender.

"Let... let me rest a bit."

He was truly exhausted. This time around, they hadn’t even done it as much as when he was drugged before, but his level of fatigue was doubled. Last time, he was the one whose desires had been stimulated, driven by lust, he naturally wouldn’t feel tired. This time was different. Ethan Caldwell normally lasted a long time, and now, under the influence of the drug, he was like a beast unleashed.

Every thrust was ruthless, penetrating so deeply that when the man withdrew, Julian felt as if his lower half couldn’t close. Exhausted, Julian buried his face in the blankets, panting. The man also lay down and hugged him, gently rubbing his stomach, occasionally pressing down on it.

The sensation was half-comforting and half-arousing. But Julian knew Ethan Caldwell was merely trying to expel the semen inside his stomach.

"You shouldn’t have come so much."

When already tired, ejaculating too much would drain one’s energy.

Julian turned back and glared at the man.

Could he even control it?

As if he wanted to.

Seeing Julian’s pouting lips, Ethan Caldwell pecked them a few times. It was a simple touch, part, and touch again. Truthfully, sometimes being this simple was also a kind of happiness. Lying in each other’s arms for a while, Julian again felt the man’s stiff member pressing into the cleft of his buttocks. He sighed. Seeing the man merely bury his face in the crook of his neck with heavy breathing, he knew Ethan was trying to hold back.

"Are you okay?"

"I should be asking you that." Ethan Caldwell muttered, not lifting his head from his neck, but his hand still tried to massage Julian’s waist: "Are you okay?"

"A bit tired, just resting for a while will do."

Ethan Caldwell didn’t answer, only burrowing deeper into his neck. Julian could completely feel the scorching heat from the man’s breath. Julian had also been drugged before, and though he didn’t know the difference in potency between the two, he guessed neither was pleasant.

Not even a few minutes later, he felt Ethan Caldwell push his hips toward him slightly, rubbing his member against his gluteal cleft. The man flicked his tongue, kissing, biting, and licking his neck.

Julian wasn’t too surprised, after all, the feeling of being tortured by drug-induced lust wasn’t easy to bear.

What he didn’t expect was that Ethan Caldwell truly didn’t push inside again, instead using this method to relieve his own physical discomfort. Perhaps because the man realized he was tired, he wanted to give him some time to rest.

But as time passed, Julian felt something wasn’t right. He stayed quiet, his breathing steady, while Ethan Caldwell’s breathing grew heavier and heavier.

He was clearly holding back too much.

But he stubbornly refused to go all the way.

A moment later, Julian felt the man kiss his cheek, then slowly shift backward. It seemed he wanted to get out of bed.

"Where are you going?"

Julian rolled over, causing Ethan Caldwell’s movements to halt. Suddenly caught in this situation, the man looked a bit awkward, like he was sneaking out to cheat. Seeming surprised that Julian wasn’t asleep, he said: "I thought you were asleep."

"Not yet. Where are you going?"

Ethan Caldwell leaned down and kissed his forehead again: "Be good, go to sleep. You’ve been tired all day. I’ll go to the bathroom to take care of it for a bit, then I’ll carry you to take a bath later, okay?"