The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 166: The City Beneath Their Feet
Beyond the transparent barrier of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the velvet curtain of night had descended with absolute finality, wrapping the sprawling metropolis in its dark, enigmatic embrace. The Ebony Lounge was situated in a location that could only be described as prime real estate, perched atop the highest floor of the city’s most prestigious skyscraper. From this dizzying vantage point, one could capture the entirety of the prosperous, bustling urban landscape within a single, sweeping glance.
Below them lay a breathtaking panorama of civilization. Skyscrapers pierced the heavens, their facades ablaze with neon lights in every conceivable hue, electric blues, fiery reds, and toxic greens, competing with the stars that had long since been drowned out by the city’s artificial luminescence. The traffic down on the boulevards moved in endless, fluid streams, resembling rivers of liquid gold and ruby flowing ceaselessly through the concrete canyons. It created a tableau that was magnificent, majestic, and utterly overwhelming in its grandeur.
However, Julian Sterling, in this precarious moment, possessed neither the presence of mind nor the artistic inclination to appreciate the breathtaking architecture or the pulsating energy of the city below.
His reality had narrowed down to the immediate, overwhelming physical sensations dominating his existence. Ethan Caldwell pressed him relentlessly forward, forcing the delicate skin of his back to mash flat against the expansive surface of the glass wall.
"Ah..." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
The sudden, shocking disparity in temperature tore a ragged gasp from Julian’s throat, his entire body shuddering violently in protest. The sensory input was a chaotic, maddening triad that threatened to overload his nervous system. Behind him lay the unforgiving surface of the glass, leeching the heat from his skin with the chill of high-altitude night air. Pressed against his front was the solid, unyielding wall of Ethan Caldwell’s chest, radiating a heat as intense as a furnace, scorching him with its proximity. And deep within his body, the most intense sensation of all, a searing, invasive presence akin to a branding iron, was wreaking havoc, claiming him from the inside out.
These three distinct currents of sensation attacked him simultaneously, converging to drive him to the very brink of madness.
"Open your eyes. Look at it." Ethan commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Julian’s bones. He clamped a strong hand around Julian’s jaw, his fingers digging in just enough to assert dominance, forcing the younger man to turn his head and face the abyss beyond the window. His other arm remained an iron band around Julian’s slender waist, anchoring him in place as Ethan began to move, establishing a slow, deliberate rhythm that brooked no resistance.
Helpless to disobey, Julian fluttered his lashes, his vision swimming with unshed tears as he peered out into the void. The brilliant, kaleidoscopic lights of the city assaulted his retinas, a dazzling display that was startlingly beautiful. Yet, the awe lasted only a fraction of a second before a cold, creeping dread clawed its way up his spine, seizing his heart in a grip of pure terror.
This room was situated on a high floor, certainly, but it was not isolated in the clouds. Surrounding them stood a forest of other skyscrapers, corporate towers of equal or near-equal height that seemed to loom like silent giants in the darkness. The lit windows of the opposing buildings appeared deceptively close, so close, in fact, that Julian’s panic-stricken mind began to play tricks on him. He hallucinated that he could discern the silhouettes of people moving behind those distant panes of glass, going about their late-night business.
"No... no, we can’t..." Julian stammered, his voice trembling with hysteria. He tried to shrink in on himself, instinctively attempting to recoil from the transparent wall that exposed him to the wửold: "Ethan... please... people will see... there are people out there... mph..."
"Hmm? Are there really people?" Ethan chuckled softly right against the shell of Julian’s ear. The sound was dark, rich, and dripping with a malicious kind of amusement.
In reality, Ethan Caldwell was perfectly aware of the architectural specifications of this suite. The glass was high-grade, one-way structural glazing. From the inside, the view was crystal clear, offering an unobstructed vista of the world. But from the outside looking in, the surface was nothing more than a seamless, obsidian mirror reflecting the black night sky. Unless someone were to hover in a helicopter directly outside the window and shine a high-intensity spotlight into the room, Julian could have performed a burlesque show and no one would have been the wiser.
But Ethan had absolutely no intention of sharing this comforting fact with Julian.
He wanted to witness the sheer, unadulterated shame on his lover’s face. He wanted to see Julian crumble under the weight of panic and humiliation. The psychological effect of that fear was tangible; when Julian was terrified, his internal muscles clamped down tight, and that involuntary contraction of the rear passage was the most potent aphrodisiac Ethan could imagine.
"Look at that building opposite us." Ethan whispered, his tone deceptively conversational as he raised a hand to point at a corporate tower not far away: "At this hour, there are still plenty of employees working overtime, slaving away at their desks. Tell me, Julian... if one of them were to pick up a pair of binoculars or a telescope and look over here, what do you think they would see? Would they spot a lewd little boy being thoroughly ravished by his husband, pressed right up against the glass like an exhibitionist?"
"No... hic... stop saying that..."
Julian shook his head frantically, his hair flying with the force of his denial. His face burned with a heat that rivaled the sun, flushing a deep, ripe crimson from his neck to his hairline. The shame was so visceral, so consuming, that he wished the floor would simply open up and swallow him whole. The sensation of his naked, vulnerable body being displayed in mid-air, exposed to thousands of electric lights and potentially thousands of prying eyes, terrified him to his very core.
"Close the curtains... Ethan, please, close the curtains... I’m begging you... ungh... ah..."
"No. I won’t." Ethan refused, his voice striking with cruel finality.
With a sudden shift of leverage, the man maneuvered Julian, flipping him around so he faced the window directly. Then, with a powerful thrust of his hips, he slammed Julian’s body forward, pinning him even more intimately against the glass. Julian’s chest was flattened against the surface. His sensitive nipples were mashed against the freezing cold pane, the friction creating a bizarre, electrifying numbness that sent confusing signals to his brain.
"Let them see." Ethan growled, biting the words out: "Let them see how beautiful my wife is, how incredibly slutty he looks when he’s being taken on the bed... oh, wait, no... on the window."
The vulgarity of his words acted like boiling oil poured onto an open flame. Julian felt his entire body convulse, trembling uncontrollably from head to toe. The paralyzing fear of being observed merged with the undeniable, scorching pleasure of the flesh, creating a twisted, taboo euphoria that he couldn’t fight.
Deep inside, Ethan could feel the change instantly. The velvety walls of Julian’s interior were spasming violently, squeezing his length with a rhythmic intensity that threatened to crush him. It was wet, scorching hot, and incredibly greedy, milking him with every terrified contraction.
"You see? Your mouth says you don’t want people to look, you beg me to stop, but this little mouth down here..." Ethan slapped Julian’s buttocks hard. The sharp, crisp sound of skin striking skin rang out in the quiet room, harmonizing with the squeak of skin dragging against the glass: "It’s biting me so tightly. It seems only your bottom mouth knows how to be honest and obedient. The mouth on your face does nothing but lie."
"You clearly love being watched, don’t you? You little pervert."
"I don’t... ah... ngh... deep... it’s too deep... Ethan..."
Julian could no longer form a coherent rebuttal. The fortress of his rationality had been completely besieged and demolished by the tidal wave of pleasure. His legs gave out, refusing to support him any longer. He was forced to plant both hands against the glass to prop up his rapidly melting frame, leaving foggy handprints on the pristine surface. Instead of pulling away, he found himself arching his back, his body betraying him as he actively lifted his hips to welcome and meet every punishing thrust the man delivered.
Seeing that Julian had completely surrendered to the sensation, drowning in the sea of lust, Ethan Caldwell saw no further reason to exercise restraint. He abandoned all pretense of gentleness. Gripping Julian’s waist with bruising force, he began to increase the tempo, moving with the relentless power of a pile driver.
The sound of their collision grew more rapid, more aggressive, echoing the frantic beating of their hearts. Julian was being pounded until his mind went completely blank, his thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm. Before his eyes, the glittering city lights blurred and streaked, merging with the fireworks exploding behind his eyelids in a dazzling display of sensory overload.
The heavy, panting breaths of the two men created a mist of condensation on the glass in front of Julian’s face, obscuring the view of the city. In that hazy, ghostly reflection, he caught a glimpse of himself, a broken, beautiful mess. His face was drenched in a mixture of sweat and tears, his eyes were glazed over and unfocused with the haze of desire, and his mouth hung open, spilling broken whimpers and moans.
And looming behind him in the reflection was Ethan Caldwell, looking for all the world like a primordial beast claiming its prey. His eyes burned with a terrifying, predatory fire, and the muscles of his shoulders and arms rippled and bunched with every rhythmic, powerful movement, dominating the frame and the night alike.
