Page 50 of The Riley Effect

I stop Ivy when we make it to the front door. “I don’t want you to be blindsided, but I totally forgot that some of my teammates were coming over to watch the NFL game tonight. But it’s not going to stop me from taking you upstairs.”

There is no way to hide what’s going to happen when I drag Ivy to my bedroom. I’m about to get dogged.

Once Ivy and I are both in the house, I close the door and take her hand. I tell her to put her head down and ignore whatever is about to come out of my teammates’ mouths.

“Did Ivy finally figure out she’d be better off without you?” Byron jokes from the kitchen making something that smells absolutely delicious. When he turns and sees that Ivy is with me, he sends a very unsubtle wink our way.

My plan is to sneak upstairs while the rest of the guys are focused on the game. I know Ivy is shy and I don’t want her to ever feel uncomfortable in this house.

“Try and be quiet. I think we can make it upstairs without drawing too much attention to ourselves,” I whisper to her.

We move as stealthily as we can and any noise we make is drowned out by some incredible touchdown pass that was just made. Everyone is too in awe to notice us. Until Ivy trips up the stairs. Not having much room to adjust, I join her laid out on the hardwood. From a couple steps down I bury my head in her stomach. If the loud thump of our bodies doesn’t grab their attention, our uncontrollable laughter will.

“Where are you two going?” The southern drawl belongs to Eric, our goalie.

“Just have some homework we have to finish.” The excuse is unbelievable, but it’s the first one that comes to mind. I scoop Ivy off the step above me and throw her over my shoulder to carry her into my room.

She pinches my butt a couple of times, so I do it back. We play the game until we reach the threshold of my room.

“Well, I’m glad nobody knows what we’re up to,” She jokes when her feet are planted on my bedroom floor.

I wrap Ivy in my grip and look into her beautiful mocha eyes. “I just want to make sure this is what you want, Ivy.”

“Jalen, when you brought me home on Halloween and tried to sleep on my bedroom floor, I started to wonder how no other woman had scooped you up. When Caleb answered your FaceTime yesterday, and you were so kind to him, I knew I’d regret it if I never gave us a shot.” She takes a deep breath before she finishes, “Just be patient with me. I come with a lot of baggage.”

“I’ll always be here to help you carry it.”

Ivy wraps her arms around my neck and pulls my lips to hers. It’s deep, passionate and means so much more now that she’s mine. Ivy pulls away from me, and her fingers begin undoing my belt. She unbuttons my jeans, and before I have time to process what’s going on, Ivy is on her knees, pulling my boxers down with her. She runs her finger over the sensitive tip.

“Baby, I need you to take off that shirt,” I murmur. “I can’t have another man looking me in the eyes while your lips are on my cock.”

“You’re absolutely ridiculous,” She laughs, and we say goodbye to Charles Leclerc for the rest of the night.

Ivy’s kneeling on my floor in a black lacy bra. Her slender fingers wrap around me and guide me to her mouth. She takes as much of me as she can until I hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck yes, Angel, just like that.” My fingers move to guide her head, eyes up to mine. The stimulation when her hand wraps around my base and starts moving in time with her mouth is almost too much.

“As good as this feels, baby, this isn’t how I want to come tonight.”

Ivy sits back on her heels, and I watch intently as her hands move to the back of her bra. Once it hits the floor, I scoop her up and throw her on my bed.

I throw off my shirt before I reach down and unbutton her pants. “It’s only fair that we take these off, don’t you think?” She lifts her hips to make it easy for me to slide her jeans off. “These too.” I pull back the side of her lacy thong and let it go so it snaps against her thigh.

I kiss my way up her body, focusing on the curve of her hips all the way up to her taut nipples. She moans as my tongue rolls over one while the other is pinched between my fingers. I switch to the other nipple and give it the same attention.

Ivy’s hands grip the side of my head, “Kiss me, please.” The desperation in her voice has me growing harder. My tongue prods the seam of her lips until our tongues meet in a beautiful dance.

“Jalen,” Ivy pants as her fingers dig into my shoulders. “I think I might die if you don’t get inside me right now.”

I rest my forehead against hers. “I don’t think that’s how this thing works, Angel.” I plant a quick kiss on the side of her lips before reaching into my nightstand drawer. When I have the condom rolled on, I flip us over so she is on top. “I want you to ride me tonight, baby.”

Ivy slides down my length. When she is fully seated, I let out a moan. Ivy takes it as an encouragement to pick up her pace leaning forward to make sure her clit is rubbing against my pelvic bone with every movement. I momentarily memorize the way her tits swing. I reach up and roll both her nipples between my pointer finger and thumb. “Oh my god, Jalen, I’m coming.” I lean back and watch as she milks my cock. I hold her up and ram into her a few times, then spill myself into her.

“Wow, that was amazing.” Ivy lays down on my chest.

“Yeah, it was, baby girl.” I move the hair matted from her forehead to lay a kiss there.

“Hey, do you think we could shower and watch the football game downstairs?” I mean, could this girl be any more perfect? Volunteering to watch Monday Night Football with my friends. Ivy is a keeper, but I’ve known that since the first day at the shelter.

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