The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 32: Bathroom Indulgence (R18)

Julian Sterling used the tip of his tongue to lick the thick, coarse meat rod. His tongue could even feel every throbbing green vein on the ferocious thing.

Perhaps because it was his first time doing this, Julian’s movements were both innocent and spontaneous.

Ethan Caldwell was teased by him until veins popped out on his forehead.

He used his hand to rub that soft entrance, while his mouth and tongue worked hard to take care of little Julian. Not knowing where Ethan had pulled the lubricant from, his hand invaded that small mouth, carrying the cool gel with it.

Having been worked on all night yesterday, it was much softer today.

Julian felt overwhelmed by the stimulation and lightly bit down on the shaft in his mouth.

In return, he received a light slap on his soft buttocks. Ethan seemed to find it insufficient; he opened his mouth to bite on the round peaches, laughing scoldingly, "If you bite it off, there won’t be anyone to play with you, baby."

Julian harrumphed, then honestly licked the spot he had just bitten.

Ethan was satisfied seeing this and turned back to tend to the soaking wet little Julian.

The small mouth was stretched wide by him, instantly accommodating three fingers. All three fingers moved in and out, mimicking the act of lovemaking, leaving Julian slightly dazed. He no longer sucked on Ethan’s shaft but only opened his mouth, gasping for air; the cute, tiny little Julian also stood erect.

"Mmm..."

Ethan’s finger touched the slightly raised spot inside him, causing Julian to curl his legs and arch his body forward a bit, which coincidentally pushed the meat rod deep into the man’s mouth. The sensations from two places overlapped, making him unable to hold back a soft moan.

"Ethan... don’t... don’t suck... Mmm..."

Julian let out a moan, his body curling up, and finally ejaculated into Ethan’s mouth. His body went limp, collapsing onto the man, unwilling to move an inch, allowing Ethan’s purple shaft to rub against his face.

The foreplay today was much more exhausting than usual.

Ethan hugged him, turned over slightly to press him under his body, and looked at his glazed eyes after the climax.

Julian also looked at him.

The handsome face was covered in sweat, his solid abs seemed to be seducing him, and on his lips remained a trail of white fluid - it was Julian’s semen.

The man brushed his hair back with his hand, then grabbed Julian’s ankle and lifted it slightly. The burning hot meat rod pressed against the entrance that had been expanded until it was soft and slushy, slowly pushing in.

"Ah... Didn’t you say... not doing it today... Slow down... Mmm..."

As soon as Ethan entered, he immediately went on the offensive, thrusting to the hilt with one stroke, then pulling out, and burying the whole length again. Julian’s body bounced, his words coming out brokenly, mixing moans with complaints.

"But you didn’t help me finish, did you? Look, only you got to enjoy it."

Ethan spoke while wiping the white fluid from the corner of his lips, then he lowered his head, wanting to kiss him. Seeing his posture, Julian hurriedly raised a hand to block his mouth: "Mmm... I don’t want to..."

"Baby, are you disgusted by your own stuff?"

Julian glanced at him and pouted, "Rinse your mouth before you can kiss me."

Ethan narrowed his eyes at him.

Tell him to pull out now to go rinse his mouth? In his dreams!

He thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled wickedly. He bent down, pulled Julian’s legs around his waist, and then used his hands to lift Julian’s buttocks, suspending his whole body on him.

"Ah!" This position caused Julian’s entire weight to focus on the connection point, that thick thing stabbing to an unbelievable depth.

"What do you want to do?"

Ethan smiled, carrying him towards the bathroom, speaking as he walked, "Rinse mouth. Baby has to rinse too."

"Ah... Don’t! Put... put me down... Mmm... Too deep!"

Although Ethan didn’t use force, every step he took pushed that thing inside, aggressively stirring, thoroughly greeting every inch of hot flesh within. The inner walls were poked without any rhythm; the numbness accompanied by pleasure made Julian curl his toes.

In the past, Julian had read some novels describing walking while inside like this; at that time, he had said there was nothing exciting about it to scream so much. Now experiencing it personally, Julian could only say one thing - he wanted to die!

It felt so good he wanted to die!

The meat rod didn’t thrust with force like usual, but gravity still caused it to push deep inside. With every movement, that thing gently rubbed against the sensitive walls, grazing back and forth over the slightly raised spot inside him. that place was pitifully fragile; light touches weren’t satisfying, but hard thrusts hurt. Now enduring this gentle friction, it was both numbing and itchy, making Julian feel both pleasure and discomfort.

He kicked his legs, sobbing.

The small mouth was worked until it was sloppy wet, emitting squelching sounds; love juices mixed with lubricant dripped onto the floor with every step.

From the edge of the bed to the bathroom door, and from the door to the washbasin.

Ethan withdrew his meat rod, but the greedy little mouth still clung reluctantly to him. There was even a soft "pop" sound as he pulled out.

Julian’s face flushed red as he was placed onto the vanity counter. The cold stone surface pressed against his buttocks, making Julian shiver; the small mouth behind him twitched ceaselessly, and a feeling of empty itchiness washed over him.

Julian looked at Ethan, his eyes full of grievance. Ethan pretended not to see, only rubbing his earlobe and whispering, "Baby, get some water for me to rinse my mouth, okay?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Julian glanced at him but still reached back, grabbing the rinsing cup and filling it with water for him. Ethan took it, rinsed two or three times, and even used toothpaste to brush once.

Then he squeezed toothpaste again and handed it to him.

Julian gave him a side-eye, feeling annoyed while rinsing his mouth.

If they were going to fuck, then fuck; why play these meaningless games?

It annoyed him to death!

Just as Julian lowered his head to spit the water into the sink, Ethan suddenly lifted his leg, turning his body to face the mirror so he could enter from behind.

"Ah~" Julian threw his head back, revealing his fair white neck.

The ceramic tiles below were freezing, but the thing inside him was hot like fire. The lust that had just faded now ignited again.

The vanity in the bathroom only reached Julian’s waist, perfectly suited for Ethan to take him. Especially in this position: one of his legs barely touched the ground, the other was held high by Ethan, his stomach pressed against the edge of the sink, and his two hands braced against the tiled countertop to stabilize his body.

Ethan looked at the mirror installed from the countertop to the ceiling; he smiled and kissed Julian’s ear, coaxing, "Baby, try lifting your head."

Julian had been played with until he could only lower his head and moan; the inner walls were being ravaged by that thick brute, enduring constant, aggressive collisions. Hearing Ethan’s voice now, his mind was a bit hazy, so he obediently lifted his head.

At that very second, Ethan felt the small mouth squeeze him tightly.

Julian panted, looking at the debauched scene in the mirror.

Reflected inside that exquisite mirror were two figures clinging to each other. The tall man stood behind, only his naked upper body visible, his wet hair slicked back. One hand held the leg of the young man in his arms, while the other hand slipped inside his shirt.

And the "young man" being loved was looking straight into the mirror with glazed eyes, still wearing a disheveled silk nightgown. At a glance, everything seemed fine, except for the fair white leg being forcibly lifted, and the red, parted lips letting out moans.

"Ah! Don’t... not so deep..."

"Hic... Gently, gently... Mmm..."

He saw his reflection suddenly change; his neck arched back, his upper body thrust forward, legs trembling. His small hands let go of the sink to clutch the muscular arm holding him, his fingertips turning white from the exertion.

Suddenly, the man’s other hand pushed his shirt all the way up, revealing two erect red beans. His hand covered them, fingers rubbing back and forth, then using his thumb and forefinger to pinch one, pulling it out slightly before pressing it back into the chest.

"Ah... Don’t..."

The numbing sensation transmitted from his chest, combined with the rushing pleasure below, made Julian clench his back passage tight. Sight and touch were both stimulated, making him feel so good he couldn’t breathe.

Ethan lowered his head to capture his ear, slowly licking the pretty earlobe. He bit down lightly, then whispered, "Baby likes this so much, right? Your small mouth is twisting tight around hubby."