The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 225: A Picture of Eroticism

The foreplay with the calligraphy brushes could only be described as maddening. The sensation of every fine, silken bristle gliding across his body was already more than Julian Sterling could bear. By the time Ethan Caldwell flipped him over, lifting his rear to allow the two calligraphy brushes to stroke against his buttocks, Julian’s legs were trembling uncontrollably.

He had to tense his entire body, his hands fiercely gripping the soft velvet fabric just to temporarily keep himself from collapsing completely. Julian Sterling’s eyes were hazy and thoroughly clouded with mist, his mouth slightly parted as it emitted a stream of embarrassing moans.

"Mhm... please don’t..." Julian Sterling shook his head, tears sliding down his cheeks. His buttocks were naturally sensitive on a normal day, and now receiving such deliberate, special care made the sensation truly unbearable.

"You like it, don’t you?" Ethan Caldwell pressed his body closely against Julian: "Look here, isn’t this little mouth already dripping wet?"

At some unknown moment, the man had flipped one of the brushes upside down. The sturdy, cold wooden shaft slid along the deep cleft of his buttocks, eventually touching that soft, twitching little opening. The tip of the wooden handle was stained with a bit of moisture, becoming soaking wet.

Ethan Caldwell used the wooden shaft as if it were his own fingertip to gently probe and penetrate inside. Julian Sterling rested his head against the back of the chair, whining coquettishly: "I feel so uncomfortable..."

After all, the area beneath was not biologically designed to receive foreign objects, and although the brush shaft was relatively small, if the tight opening had not been properly expanded beforehand, it would still be exceedingly difficult to take in.

"Be good, wait for me a moment."

Ethan Caldwell did not force Julian. Tthe man paused his actions for a moment, presumably going to fetch some lubricant. Julian Sterling’s entire body collapsed onto the soft chair, taking advantage of the brief time to breathe. The intense sensation brought about by the brush tip truly caused every single one of his nerve fibers to tremble violently. The sheer wave of pleasure that it brought in a mere fraction of a second made Julian Sterling completely unable to endure it.

However, he understood this man entirely too well, he was absolutely certain that things would not simply stop right here. He turned his head back, peering through a hazy veil of unshed tears, watching the man who was gradually approaching him once more.

And from Ethan Caldwell’s perspective, this exact sight was an absolutely lethal stimulation.

Bathed in the gentle, amber glow of the living room lights, the young man’s completely naked body resembled a pristine Renaissance sculpture that had just been stripped of its concealing silk drape. Julian Sterling obediently leaned against the chair while waiting for Ethan, his two long, slender hands with their flushed pink knuckles forcefully gripping the soft fabric on the back of the lounger, allowing his ten fingertips to sink deeply into the spongy velvet material.

Julian Sterling slightly tilted his head, pressing one side of his sweat-drenched temple against the edge of the chair, creating an angle that completely displayed the elegant lines of his jawbone along with his slender, fragile neck. This angle made his face half-turned towards Ethan Caldwell. The normally crystal-clear eyes were now so thoroughly scorched by the fierce flames of lust that they were covered with a wet, misty vapor, completely draining away every last ounce of his ordinary sanity. The corners of his eyes were beautifully reddened, holding a thin, shimmering layer of tears. They conveyed both the aggrieved, petulant vulnerability of someone being relentlessly bullied in bed, while simultaneously brimming with the deadly, alluring charm of a soul desperately thirsting to be filled to the brim.

His exquisitely fair, smooth, and utterly flawless skin was completely exposed in the slightly chilly ambient air, with every single inch of his flesh breaking out into layers upon layers of brilliantly beautiful, rosy flushes due to the intense stimulation. The tip of his nose sniffled ever so slightly, his delicate chest heaving violently in tandem with each coquettish, panting breath. Perfectly complementing that charming, magnetic gaze was a posture of complete and utter submission, yet one that was equally flirtatious and sinfully inviting.

Julian Sterling obediently spread his legs wide apart, resting his knees as he knelt upon the exceptionally soft velvet cushion. He took the deliberate initiative to press his slender waist down low, causing the curve from his thin back to dip so deeply that it formed a perfect, breathtaking slope reminiscent of a crescent moon. Along with that provocative movement, his plump, unbelievably soft buttocks were raised to their absolute maximum height, proudly offering up the most gorgeous and enticing view of his figure. In that deepest and most intensely mysterious place, the shy, highly intimate scenery that was always so carefully hidden away now lay completely bare, without a single piece of cloth left to cover it. That secluded place bashfully followed the rapid rhythm of his breathing and his uncontrollable physiological tremors, twitching ever so slightly. It looked exactly like a delicate, exquisite flower bud just beginning to bloom, greedily and longingly awaiting the passionate, wild favor from the man standing right behind him. All of these elements seamlessly combined to form a picture of eroticism so potent that it could easily incinerate any man’s rational ambitions, causing the breathing of the person watching to become heavily ragged and clouded with dark desire in the mere blink of an eye.

This incredibly mesmerizing appearance truly made one fiercely wish they could just die right there upon his beautiful body.

Julian Sterling vaguely seemed to feel the man’s footsteps becoming more hurried. This was especially true when the broad silhouette of Ethan Caldwell crashed down completely, entirely enveloping Julian’s fragile boundary of safety. The man’s searingly hot breath, carrying a potent masculine scent intermingled with sweat, seemed to grow even more urgent as it blazed hotly onto the sensitive patch of bare flesh running along his spine.