51. What a man's got to do.

Deangelo.

Before I lost total control of myself, I stood to my feet, adamant on beating this, "That's enough alcohol to get you to deep sleep, Elena." I said to her as I collected the cup in her hands, poured the remnant in it into the sink and then washed the cup.

While I was doing this, I had thought she would wait but then, she had started to go up to stairs to the third floor on her own, sulking while at it like I had made her done what she was not interested in doing or like a kid who had been deprived of sleep.

I chuckled and proceeded to my room too because by the time I got to our floor, her door was closed and I was sure that she would be able to take care of herself and hopefully fall asleep like she had wanted.

I however was not going straight to bed, I was way too aroused and hard to even try to. Elena’s image of dancing so sensually and being so free rather than scared with me because of her state was very arousing and the fact that I knew that this was nothing she would ever have done if not for the alcohol in her system made it much more unique. She was just incredibly innocent and it did something to me that has not been done in years.

After practically running up the stairs, I tear open the bathroom cabinet and take out the baby oil.

A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do, right?

But then, I was at this when my door bursts open and someone walked into my bathroom. I was greeted with the same familiar scent from before. Sweet smelling perfume filled my nostrils, and I started to hear my heartbeat pump in my ears as my arousal began to take over again because I knew who that was.

Elena.

Oh my god! She should not be here right now, not while I am like this. Get out of here.

Get out of here now, Elena!

My cock was now at full length and dripping. Her scent was all around me and it would take so much restraint to not bend her ass right there and fuck her brains out. And I so do not want t do this, maybe I do but not while she was drunk.

She looked around the bathroom, giving a cute confused look, “hm... this looks quite different from my bathroom. Was a remodel done or something?” She slurred.

It seemed that I must have thought that she had gone into her room, meanwhile she was in mine, I had not paid any attention to my bed after all. Being drunk, she must have miscalculated where her room was and entered mine instead. I decided to hide in my bathtub and act like I was not hearing nor seeing her, just for m own sanity, until she realizes this mistake of hers, hopefully, or at least until I get my hard on down and I am able to be around her with my senses intact enough to take her to her own room.

“Ugh. Mr. Deangelo is so hot!” I heard her whisper as casually, “but he is so cold and bossy.” She added.

I clenched my other free hand into a fist as I watched her from behind the curtain. “You have no idea,” I whispered.

Fuck, she looks fucking edible.

Looking straight at her, I kept pulling and tugging at my dick as it continued to get even more sensual for me. Merely looking at her was enough to send me into a frenzy even when she was still clothe.

She really needed to leave but that was so not what happened. She started to try to gather dress off her body and the struggle it took for that simple task was enough to make me smile, but just when she was about about to pull it over her head, she stopped abruptly and looked like she decided to just ease herself instead.

“Ugh, thank goodness!” I whispered because who knows what might happen if i get to see her naked in my bathroom while I was in this state. Even though it was disappointing to not see get to see her body again, it was also relieving.

She went to the sink and started to rinse her face just after she had eased herself thus giving me a good view of her beautiful thighs and perfectly round butt. The brief spray of cold water seemed to sober her up a little because she soon started to get herself and realize that this was so not her room. As she was still still trying to orient herself, my hand hits the wall tiles behind me louder than I had wanted due to me still beating my dic up to her presence and everything that had happened today.

She seemed to hear this movement behind the shower curtain because she started to walk towards me and then she pulled it to the side only yo see me with my eyes closed and my dick in my hand and to make matters worse, I was even chanting her name like it was some sort of litany without knowing that I was saying it out loud.

She gasped in surprise, all the alcohol seeming to escape her system and leaving her stone cold sober. Our gaze met but I did not stop stroking, in fact, I continued to stroke myself while my eyes never left hers and she watched me too until I finally come in my hands while grunting.

She then seemed to come down to reality and so she ran out of the bathroom in dismay.