The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 64: Shirt Garters

Julian Sterling’s focused manner while working was truly captivating. His face still held a trace of boyishness, yet when his expression hardened, it carried an indescribable charisma. It was very alluring. Deep in thought, Julian unconsciously bit his lip - lips that had just been kissed until slightly swollen, glistening with moisture, now clamped by pristine white teeth, looking both adorable and seductive.

To let the medicine dry, Julian hadn’t bothered to pull his pants up, leaving his fair thighs exposed to the air along with the shirt garters underneath. Ethan Caldwell’s gaze swept back and forth over him several times, and the more he looked, the less he could restrain himself.

Ethan’s breathing grew heavier and heavier. Finally, he inhaled softly, suddenly bending down to kiss the exposed thigh.

The sudden contact sent a jolt of electricity through Julian, causing his fingers to freeze mid-keystroke. The contrast between the cool air of the room and the searing heat of Ethan’s mouth was jarring, yet intoxicating. A ragged gasp escaped Julian’s throat, breaking the quiet concentration of the room.

Ethan didn’t stop at a mere peck. His lips lingered, pressing firmer against the pale skin, tasting the faint scent of the medicine mixed with Julian’s natural warmth. His hand moved up, rough and calloused, tracing the taut elastic of the shirt garter where it dug slightly into the flesh of Julian’s thigh - a stark, dark line against the creamy whiteness.

"Ethan..." Julian murmured, his voice trembling, half-protest and half-invitation. Perhaps feeling that his voice sounded wrong, Julian cleared his throat, and after a long pause, calmed down and asked: "You said we wouldn’t do it?"

Ethan pulled him back to lean against his chest, letting Julian feel the raging desire hard against him, then reached out to stroke Little Jules, saying: "We really aren’t doing it, but don’t you want to take care of this?"

With just a few strokes, Julian’s member, which had barely softened, perked up again. Ethan knew he was teased into arousal too, so he leaned in, capturing his lips, teasing gently.

Julian offered a token struggle, then opened his mouth to let Ethan invade. Their breaths mingled, their panting growing heavier.

Lately, his body had been trained too well by Ethan; a single touch was enough to turn him on, making it unbearable.

Seeing he wasn’t struggling, Ethan understood. He lowered his head, peppering kisses on the smooth back of the person in his arms, his hand continuing to mess with Little Jules, who was now standing at attention. Then his hand moved down, gently caressing Julian’s taut inner thigh.

Ethan stared at the shirt garter hanging on him, its color contrasting with Julian’s upright appearance. Ethan lifted Julian’s leg and bent down, kissing from his ankle, up the slender calf, and finally the thigh covered in hickeys. His thumb gently stroked Julian’s skin, tracing the strap wrapped around the thigh, rubbing softly. Julian felt like he was electrocuted, numb; the little darling below screamed for release but was still bound inside the underwear.

Ethan chuckled: "Shall we keep it?"

Julian murmured vaguely: "Ah... keep what?"

Ethan pulled the shirt garter strap while pulling down Julian’s underwear, letting the pitiful thing spring out. His hand gently pushed the garter down. Clearly, it could be unclipped from the waist, but Ethan intentionally played dirty. He only loosened the strap slightly and dragged the garter down, making the cold metal clip slide over Julian’s abdomen, falling onto the sensitive part. He even pressed it onto the head of Little Jules.

"Ah..."

Julian let out a soft moan. The sudden coldness, accompanied by the constriction of the overly stretched garter, made him panic for a second. The sensation was strange - not painful, not exactly pleasurable, just fleeting and then empty, making him crave more.

Ethan slowly pulled the shirt garter down, gently and leisurely, letting the silk strap and metal clasp slide over Julian’s skin. Julian’s legs trembled as if electrified. He grunted twice, glaring at Ethan, but his eyes were soaking wet, as if seducing him.

Finally, the garter fell off. Ethan hooked it with his finger, holding it before Julian’s face: "You like it, right? Keep it to play with you next time, okay?"

"Who... who likes it!" Julian huffed, burying his face in the blanket, mumbling: "Only a pervert like you would like it!"

"Perhaps..." Ethan reached down, grasping Julian’s penis, stroking lightly: "Baby doesn’t like it, but why is this little thing so excited?"

Julian buried his face in the blanket, playing dead.

Could he scream that he loved it to death right now?

But Ethan didn’t seem to want to spare him. That bad guy rubbed and kneaded, then reached behind. Julian’s spine stiffened for a moment, until the thumb gently rubbed the entrance. His whole body went limp, lips biting the blanket to hold back the whimper wanting to spill out.

"Baby is so enthusiastic." Ethan kissed the buttock hidden behind the shirt, then bit it: "It’s so eager, wanting to swallow my whole finger."

"Does baby really not want to do it? Clearly you are craving i..."

Ethan was cut off mid-sentence when Julian pressed his head down, stopping him from speaking. However, this posture pressed Ethan’s face against Julian’s plump buttock. Julian silently cried ’oh no’ in his heart. Sure enough, he heard Ethan’s low, trembling laughter and a voice begging for a beating: "Ah, is baby in such a hurry?"

As he spoke, Ethan withdrew his finger from the entrance. Before Julian could exhale, he felt that finger, carrying something cool, squeeze inside, groping the soft flesh walls.

"Um... You said no, no doing it..."

"If we don’t do it, we still have to apply medicine."

"Damn it, you already applied it earlier!"

"Apply it again. More medicine, faster healing." Ethan finished speaking and withdrew his hand, holding it up in front of Julian. The finger was coated in the greasy white ointment mixed with some mucus. Julian’s face flushed red seeing it. Ethan chuckled, whispering in his ear: "Baby is so lewd, getting wet even from applying medicine, hmm?"

"What did you think I was doing just now? Using gel?"