Baltimore Ravens' Scenario Book.

You Turn Him On-[Steve Smith Sr] *Explicit*

You took a sip from your martini, and made your way through the crowd. It was a night pool party at Terrell Suggs' Baltimore home, and needless to say, with his popularity there were hundreds of people. You moved through people until you got back to Steve, whom was sitting by himself on a chair. Besides for a few drunks you were alone, because the party was on the other side of the house. He took a sip of his drink, looking you up and down in your bathing suit. You raised an eyebrow at the smug grin on his face. He grabbed you by your waist, pulling you over. "You look so good" he mumbles against your lips, "Just wait until I get you home tonight.." You could taste the strong alcohol on his plump lips. "How about we get out of here?" You moved your hips up against his, feeling the hardening buldge between your legs. You shook your head at the question, just to tease him. "Why?" You moved harder against him, the two pieces of fabric creating a warm, friction. "[Y/N], s-stop teasing" he stammered. You sat your drink aside, running your fingers over his scalp.

"Hey! It's Steve Smith!" a man exclaimed, coming over, "I'm a big fan." You sat on Steve's lap, and he groaned slightly. "It's ways good to see Ravens' fans" Steve gritted through closed teeth. The man walked by leaving you to yourselves again. You turned back around and started a steady rhythm of rocking your hips. Steve threw his head back. "[Y/N], I'm almost there.." Not letting up, you kissed down his chest, and then up to his collarbones. You felt a warm sensation from underneath his swim trunks, and he fell back panting.