3. Ivy
CHAPTER THREE
IVY
“Good morning, Ivies! I just wanted to wish you all a beautiful Monday morning. I hope your weekend was amazing as mine was. I had fun but ya girl is tired. Look at my hair! But I digress! I’m going to get ready to start my day, but before I go, I’ll leave you with Ivy’s Affirmation of the Day.
I found this on Google because y’all know I love to google shit.
‘Not all storms come to disrupt your life. Some come to clear your path.’ Remember that the next time you wonder ‘Why me?’”
After blowing a kiss at the camera, I ended the video and posted it to my Instagram account.
Life as an influencer was not for the faint of heart.
I bared so much of myself to strangers and was always up for criticism.
One thing people were gonna do was talk about you.
They would talk if you were doing good and would talk if you were doing bad.
I had thick skin. A bitch needed to understand it would take a lot more than her to get next to me.
Niggas, too, for that matter. I got into the influencer game years ago, during my freshman year of college.
I came from humble beginnings. My father was a teacher and my mother was a receptionist. I was the baby of four girls, so there were a lot of hand me downs in my family.
From a young age, I learned to sew and I was a beast at recreating something new from my sister’s old clothes.
Money was scarce at times in my house. It was the reason my sisters and I worked extra hard to get scholarships for college.
My grants and scholarships covered enough to pay for tuition, room and board, and my books, with quite a bit left over for me to spend as I pleased.
I didn’t need much. I stayed on campus and I ate at the café.
Plus, I had a job that covered my basic needs.
I sent the majority of the money to my mother to help out at home.
While her pride didn’t want her to take it, my father’s medical bills were adding up.
My junior year in high school, he’d been diagnosed with cardiovascular disease.
It had been a battle and they were struggling financially.
I almost didn’t go to school so I could stay home and work to help out.
My father told me he’d muster every ounce of strength he had and whip my ass if I ever thought of putting my life on pause because of him again.
Needless to say, I went to school. What started as a fun vlog about my HBCU experience quickly gained popularity online.
I did segments on making dinner in my dorm room to Get Ready With Me (GRWM), to the campus parties or step shows.
I had a special segment that I did once a week called, “Ivy’s Baddie on a Budget Guide”.
There, I’d share my latest thrifty fashion finds or clothes I’d revamped.
I also did hair and makeup tutorials. From there, different companies were inboxing me, wanting to send me free shit or pay me for promos.
The rest was history.
For the last ten years, I’d been heavy on social media, just being myself.
As authentic as I was online, Declan really understood my truest self.
When the makeup and glam came off, when my hair was tied and I was chilling in a sports bra and biker shorts, when I was stripped bare, he saw my soul and he nurtured it.
The sound of my phone ringing broke me from my thoughts. As usual, it was Declan with his morning call. He always started my morning.
“Hey, baby,” I answered, smiling big as I headed into the bathroom to shower for the day.
“Good morning, my love. How did you sleep?”
“I slept like a baby. What about you?”
“So good, I almost overslept. I think you’re a bad influence on me, Princess,” he added with a chuckle.
“I can make it up to you,” I sang into the phone. “I bet you can. What’s on your agenda today?”
“I have a photoshoot at eleven and a meeting with a local boutique at three. I’m free after that.”
“You want to come over? I’ll cook dinner.”
“Sure. I’ll bring dessert.”
“You are dessert, Princess.”
I bit my lip as the words left his mouth. “In that case, I’ll make sure I wear something sexy.”
“You do that.”
“I’m about to shower. I’ll see you later. Have a great day.”
“You too, baby. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
We ended the call. After snapping a few sexy pictures and sending them to him with the caption, “Think of me today,” I hopped in the steamy shower.
The water was relaxing to my joints. The fuck fest Declan and I had from Saturday night until well into Sunday afternoon had worn me out.
If I worked a regular job, I wouldn’t have been shit this morning.
After my shower, I moisturized my skin and dressed in a pair of sweats, a tank top, and my favorite pair of glittery Crocs.
Being that I’d probably be done with my photoshoot just before my meeting, I opted to pack a change of clothes in my tote bag, along with a cute pair of sandals.
Ensuring that I had everything I needed, I headed out to start my day.
Once my photoshoot and my meeting were done, I headed to find something sexy for tonight.
I had plenty of lingerie at home but this would be the first time Declan saw me in it so I wanted something special.
I headed over to my favorite plus-sized lingerie store called “Plush Crush” to see what I could find.
I was a featured model on their website and my girl, Tammy, always got me together. When I walked in, she came from behind the counter to greet me.
“Ivy!” she exclaimed, opening her arms to hug me. “It’s good to see you, love!”
“It’s good to see you too.”
“It’s almost time for us to set up another photoshoot. I have some bomb ass pieces coming in a few weeks. You and this body is a sight to be seen in it.”
“We’ll get together and set something up.”
“Awesome. What brings you by?”
“I’m looking for something special for my boyfriend.”
“Ooh, birthday? Anniversary?”
“Just because.”
“Oh, you have one of those kinds of men? Let me find out, chile. Does he have a brother?”
“He has two but they are nothing like Declan. I wouldn’t buy just because lingerie for them.”
“Duly noted. Anything in mind?”
“Well, he likes anime.”
“I think I have to perfect thing. Follow me.”
She led me to the costume area of the boutique.
The moment I laid eyes on the sexy Sailor Moon outfit, I knew it was the one.
Sailor Moon was the one anime show I loved growing up.
It was my go-to show when I got home from school.
Declan was surprised that I watched it when he revealed his love of anime to me.
We’d binge watched the entire series together.
After making my purchase, I headed home to take a quick shower and get ready to head to Declan’s for dinner.
I tucked my lingerie into my tote to change into later.
Dressed in a pair of slides, leggings, and one of the many shirts I’d stolen from him, I headed to Declan’s condo, arriving around six. Using my key, I let myself in.
The tantalizing aroma emitting from the kitchen made my mouth water.
“Baby!” I sang, putting my bag down and following the scent.
I found him cutting up spinach in his “Kiss the Cook” apron. I walked over to him with a smile and kissed his lips.
“Hey, my love.”
“Hey, baby. You smell good.”
“Thank you. Speaking of smells, you have it smelling like heaven in here. What are you making?”
“Pasta with spinach, tomatoes, and sausage.”
“I can’t wait to taste it.”
“It won’t be much longer. I chilled you a bottle of wine in the freezer.”
He really did spoil me. There was never a shortage of my favorite wine when I came over and he cooked for me at least once or twice a week. Honestly, I was a princess in his world. He catered to me. Tonight, I would cater to him.
While he dumped the spinach into the pot to cook down, I poured us both a glass of Apothic Red, him only a small swig.
After washing his hands, he took the glass from me and pulled me into his chest with his free hand.
His lips settled on mine in the sweetest of kisses.
There was no burning desire behind this kiss, yet my pussy throbbed as his lips departed from mine.
“I missed you,” he said, taking a sip of his wine.
“I missed you too. How was your day?”
“It was pretty good. I’m developing a software for this new dating app. As if we need another one of those. Just another app to get scammed and catfished.”
I laughed. “You sound bitter.”
“I went on one date. She was a nice girl. I thought we hit it off until she asked me how I wanted to pay at the end of the night.”
“You matched with a hooker?”
“An expensive one too. She tried to charge me five hundred dollars. She said she wanted the cash upfront before she slept with me. When I told her it wasn’t that kind of party, she told me the extra was for me wasting her time.”
“Did you pay it?”
“I wasn’t going to but then her security rolled up on me. I’m a man who knows how to pick my battles. I didn’t want smoke with that gentleman.”
I burst into laughter. “So, you got catfished and robbed?”
He chuckled. “I didn’t exactly read the fine print on that one. How was your photoshoot?”
“It was amazing and they let me keep my outfits.”
“As if you need more clothes.”
“I keep telling you, you can never have too many clothes. A girl needs options.”
“Whatever you say, baby.”
We continued to talk about our day, carrying the conversation over into dinner.
The pasta he made was so delicious, I almost went back for seconds.
If it weren’t for not wanting to feel too sluggish for this session I was about to give him, I would have.
As he cleared the dinner table, I headed up to his room to get ready.
After slipping on my outfit, I pulled on my favorite red heels.
Looking myself over in the mirror, I decided I looked like a bad bitch and headed back downstairs.
Declan was loading the dishwasher with his back turned to me.
Perching myself on the countertop, I posed, crossing my legs.
“Baby?” I called him seductively.
“Yeah, baby, oh shit…” He damn near dropped the skillet in his hands. His eyes trailed me from head to toe as he slowly licked his lips.
“You like?” I asked, hopping down and doing a slow twirl. This Sailor Moon get up was giving what it was supposed to and then some. My titties sat up perfectly and my ass hung out of the little skirt that barely concealed anything.
“Hell yeah.”
He put the skillet into the dishwasher, his eyes never leaving mine. Closing it, he walked over to me, caging my body between his and the counterspace.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said, inhaling my scent. “So fucking perfect…”
His lips hovered over mine.
“I have one more surprise,” I revealed, smirking as I side stepped him. Turning so that my back was to him, I bent over, grabbing my ankles. “It’s crotchless.”
My pussy was clean shaven and sat up like the ripest, sweetest, juiciest Georgia peach. He licked his lips again, watching me as I stood upright. This time, it was I who caged his body between mine and the counter.
“I seemed to have forgotten my scepter…” I said, sliding my hand into his pants. “Can I borrow yours?”
My hand wrapped tightly around his dick, causing him to bite back a moan.
“You’ve been a bad boy, Declan,” I said, stroking him. “‘In the name of the moon, I’ll punish you’.”
His grin was wide and his eyes held excitement. “Punish me, then.”
I pulled my hand away. “Drop them,” I said, looking down at his pants.
He smirked as he pushed his sweats and boxers down over his hips. My new best friend sprang forward, causing me to salivate. I squatted before him, taking it in my hands. I kissed the tip with a soft moan. I moved to kiss his balls, sucking each into the wetness of my mouth as I gently stroked him.
“Damn, Princess…” he groaned, gathering my hair. He was such a gentleman.
With my eyes trained on his, I sucked the head of his dick between my lips, massaging it with my tongue. His grip on my hair tightened slightly. My mouth welcomed the rest of him, coating him graciously. His dick passed through my lips effortlessly as my head bobbed back and forth.
“You’re such a good fucking girl,” he said through gritted teeth.
Gripping the base of his dick, I moved my hand up and down in a twisting motion as I sucked.
I’d fallen in love with the feeling of having him in the back of my throat.
I loved the taste of him. So much so that it turned me on.
I found myself spreading my lips and finding my clit.
She was slick and throbbing with desire.
I stroked her, moaning in my continued assault on my “scepter”.
“Fuck, Ivy!” he growled, gripping my hair and my chin as he fucked my mouth slowly, filling it to capacity. “Now that’s a beautiful ass picture.”
He pulled his dick out and leaned in to kiss me, gently gripping my throat as he did. His tongue swept for mine, colliding in a battle for dominance which I quickly relinquished my control. I moaned deeply into his mouth.
He pulled away, placing his dick on my lips. “Finish.”
It was a simple command but the authority in his voice did something to me.
“Yes, sir.”
I sucked him back into my mouth, using every ounce of spit to coat it. He’d gotten head but it was time to introduce him to the sloppy toppy.