Novel & Cerita Steve X Sodapop

He smiled softly to himself. Steve didn’t stop drinking on the way home. He was fulfilled, happy, and kept drinking far too much. By the time he reached the penthouse, he was completely drunk and could barely get out of the car. Mark heard the engine and quickly set his laptop aside. He took off his shirt, sipped the wine he had poured for himself, and murmured, “It’s going to be a long night… mmm.”

By that time, he had taken Steve away from the kitchen and made him sit on the couch beside him. I walked to the couch where he was sitting and rotated his head in all directions. "Steve," Hearing his name, he started looking in my direction. "See, what I have brought for you.", Saying this, I softened, held his hand, and made him touch his sipper. When he realized what I was giving to him, he quickly held the sipper with both of his hands. And then took his first sip. "Do you like it?" I asked him. "Aaa..", He said and started sipping his milk.

My eyes trail along his body, taking in his looks; his tattoos are amazing as well. "Hey lads, sorry, got a little delayed, and I am never usually late. This is Lisa." The guy in front of me smiles. "Hi Lisa, I am Steve." He looks up, smiling at Sean. "I see you found a new sub." My eyes flickered to Sean's, his head shaking. "Not a sub, not this one, although she might be in time." I have no idea what they are talking about, but something about Steve makes me smile. Sitting down, Sean introduces me to the other guys.

The faint smell of rubber mats, metal, and sharp cologne. No one at the front desk. Just the low hum of the air conditioner. I’m still looking around when I hear boots—heavy, deliberate—coming from the hallway that leads to the offices. The next second, Steve appears. No gym shirt this time. Just black joggers slung low on his hips and nothing else. The tattoo sleeve on his left arm continues across his chest—one long thin line under his left pec, another across his lower ribs. He doesn’t smile. He just looks at me.

I was savoring the taste while having a good companion to go with it. "But seriously Lori, since you know I'm rich it means that you can maintain your lifestyle. I'll support you. That's me being your sugar daddy, in return of your companion." I laughed hearing his words. "Sorry it's one thing hearing Adriana said Sugar Daddy, but hearing you stating so, it's like a kink you know. Mm...do you have a kink that I should know about?" My face paled, making him laughed hard at me. There were some glances, that were thrown at us. He said that he haven't laughed this loud in years.

Steve said like he owned the home. “How could we let you do such a thing.” Claire protested, but her mother pulled her aside and smiled and nodded in agreement at Steve as they headed to the living room to select a movie for the night. Steve brought the dishes and stacked them in the sink with a look of disgust. Who would have thought that he would stoop so low as to touch dirty dishes, but to gain what he wanted tonight, he endured. After washing his hands a little longer than usual, Steve retrieved the wine and set three glasses full of the nectar it contained. A white substance appeared from Steve’s pocket, and he paid a great deal for this substance. Spanish fly and horny goat weed didn’

Scott chuckled mentally. "OfCourse my Friend, you are fine, what can be happened?- Scott's facade of concern remained intact as he watched Steve down the drink, masking any hint of satisfaction at his own manipulation. With a smooth motion, he signaled the bartender to make another strong drink. Steve took the glass and without a second thought he chugged the harsh fluid down his throat.

he called out and sat while she turned to him with an arched brow, "I can't remember knowing you anywhere, do you know me?" She asked and Steve couldn't help his smile hearing her voice which sounded like an angel, so calm and sweet, "I don't know you before but I think we can know each other now, my name is Steve" he grinned and she gave him a long stare instead of smiles, she wasn't smiling all this while, "My name is Sophia, why are you here?" She asked curtly, Steve frowned at her cold voice this time and wondered what could be wrong with such a beautiful girl,

"You are drinking too many bottles," Steve, Mike's best friend said. As he had expected from Mike, he ignored him and picked up another bottle on the table, gulping the content in it like it was going to save his life. Steve sighed. Mike had never had a good relationship with his parent, but he had never tried losing himself in bottles. Whatever they had called to tell him about must had truly hurt him. "I thought you only wanted to take a few bottles, but you are almost drinking the bar dry."

Debbie asked. "Sandy, what’s his name?" "I have no idea," Sandy replied. "I wanted his cock, not his name." They all looked at me expectantly. "Steve," I said. "My name is Steve." "Good," Michelle said with a smirk. "Now, Steve, settle something for us. We were arguing about breasts. Which of us has the sexiest ones?"