Whipped Cream Dreams (Book 1 of The Sweet Treats Series)

by Jamallah Bergman

  I nuzzled up against his neck as I inhaled his scent that was warm and faintly mingled with the remnants of his cologne and sweat. “You know you can always come back after work,” I suggested.

  “You’d want me to come back huh?”

  I smiled. “Of course I’d want you to.”

  “Well, if that’s the case, then I’ll bring over some dinner, dessert and wine huh?”

  “And maybe we could watch a movie, there probably would be some really good ones coming on tonight. Actually, this will be the first time I’d be able to watch a movie you know, because by the time I get home, I’m so tired all I want to do is just fall into this bed.”

  “I can relate to what you mean but I can probably be at the shop for a couple of hours and if it gets slow, I might come back here early.”

  “Sounds like a great plan.”

  He kissed me once more, pulling me into his arm.

  I clutched the back of his hair. Those lips of his, I swear when he kisses me, my entire body lights up like a bonfire.

  “Let’s head on back to sleep then darling.” He nuzzled against my cheek.

  I’d never felt so relaxed than when I was in his arms and soon, I fell right back to sleep again.

  * * * *

  I found the bed a bit lighter and when I turned over to feel him, I realized he was gone. When I gazed over at my clock, it was only a little after two. Stretching my arms over my head, I sat up, rubbing my eyes and that’s when I started smiling, remembering about last night and our first date together. I never would have thought that we would have hooked up like we did, much less that he would be coming over again tonight for round two.

  I decided to occupy my time with cleaning up my place, since I only did a bit of light cleaning every now and then. In a way, staying home was a blessing because I found eight dollars in change underneath the couch cushions as well as in my jean pockets when I went to put them in the wash.

  That was when I noticed the note on the kitchen counter.

  It was sitting there against an empty blue bottle that a customer friend of mine had brought me that was once filled with white wine. Picking up the note, only one word was written on the front of it. ‘LOVE’. When I opened it, I found myself blushing when I read his kind words:

  Roya,

  I decided to let you sleep and I couldn’t even force myself to wake you up. You looked so beautiful sleeping there next to me. I was about to get out of bed to get my clothes on but my eyes wouldn’t let me leave your face for once they were set, they stayed there. I watched you turn your head from time to time. It looked as if you might have been dreaming of something good. Was it about the night? I couldn’t stop thinking about how wonderful we shared together was and I know while I’m at the book store, I will think of you, your voice, your body, just you as a person today. I can’t wait to hold that person in my arms again.

  Be waiting for me αγάπη

  Callion

  How in the hell did I get so lucky?

  * * * *

  It was around four twenty five when I got a call—from Marsha.

  “How are you feeling?” she asked me right off.

  “A bit better, I’ve been resting a lot today and I’ve been drinking some tea. How’s everything been going there?”

  “Busy as always, a lot of folks have asked about you and where you were. I didn’t know that you were sick until I asked Al and he told me. But I’m glad you are getting to feeling better. Oh, the Greek God came in and sat in his favorite spot. When I came to get his order, he asked where you were.”

  Oh, he was coy I thought. “Really, what did you tell him?”

  “I told him that you were home sick and he said oh and then asked for his muffin and coffee.”

  “Well, that was odd of him to ask about me but in a way it was nice.”

  “Yeah it was, well I won’t keep you on long but I will talk to you once I get off work to check up on you.”

  “Alright then, tell everyone I’ll probably see them tomorrow if I’m feeling up to it.”

  “Goodbye,” Marsha said before I hung up the phone.

  And the award for Best Lie goes to…Roya Charles!

  I have to say that even though after a couple of hours of cleaning, washing and putting things in order around my place, I was completely bored afterwards. I looked around my place, everything was clean and fresh, and I’d even opened the windows to let fresh air in. I didn’t know what else to do at that moment. But that was soon remedied when my phone rang again. “Hello?”

  “Why hello my love, I heard that you were sick.” He spoke in a joking manner.

  I laughed as I sat down on the couch. “Oh yeah, I’m terribly ill, been stuck in bed all day long, looking up at the ceiling about to go outta my mind.” Then I heard him chuckle and I ended up laughing my head off. “I heard you had a run in with Marsha when you sat at your usual table.”

  “Yeah, I had asked about you.”

  “That was pretty smart of you to play it off like that.”

  “She did ask me why I opened up the shop so late. I thought it was funny she would ask me something like that but I told her that I had a family emergency.”

  “Good call, so how’s it going on there at work?”

  “I’m ready to come back to you…it’s dull as hell here.”

  “Just close up shop and come on over, it’s dull here too and we can probably find something to do here together.”

  “Give me one minute, a customer came in.” I was put on hold and that’s when I started flipping channels with the remote but I soon heard his voice again. “What would you like for me to bring you for dinner tonight?”

  “I don’t know, pizza sounds good right about now.”

  “What would you like on it?”

  “Pepperoni and Mushroom,”

  “And for dessert,”

  “Just bring yourself,”

  “I should be over in about an hour then, see you then.” He chuckled.

  “I can’t wait, goodbye.”

  * * * *

  The doorbell rang and immediately, I jumped off the couch but slowly I made my way to the door, just so he wouldn’t think I was desperately waiting for him, even though I was. When I looked through the peephole, I saw him standing there with something in his hands. Once I opened it, I saw him with a pizza box in one hand and two bags in another. So, I grabbed the pizza box as he came in and put the hot box on the kitchen counter. I felt his hands along my waist and when I turned around, he quickly kissed my lips. All I could do was moan while we kissed. He looked at me, licking his lips afterwards and said, “So, I guess you missed me huh?”

  “Mmmhmm.” My arms went around his neck, my fingers playing deep within his hair as I gazed into his dark brown eyes.

  He nipped at my upper lip which made me smile but kissed both of them, holding me tighter in those strong arms of his. “We better stop and eat some of the pizza while it’s good and hot.” He opened up the box.

  The aroma of the tomato sauce, pepperoni and cheese filled the air as I grabbed a huge slice.

  Callion on the other hand had gone into the bag, pulling out a medium size white box, which looked like it came from Maddie’s.

  “You went to Maddie’s?”

  “Yeah I did but of course, that is for later.” He once again went into the bag, pulling out a bottle of wine. “Do you have glasses?”

  I went into the cabinet to pull out two wine glasses, something I really had never had the chance to use because I rarely even drink anything with alcohol in it. I heard the popping of the cork as he took one glass and poured the red wine half way before pouring some in mine. He grabbed two slices along with some napkins as we made our way over to the couch. We sat and ate, talking a bit between the bites. He told me more about where he lived back in Greece.

  The more he talked, the more it reminded me of the last dream I had of him. The way he depicted the home he had on the hill and how it looked over the sea was uncan
ny. “Can I ask a question and don’t laugh when I ask you this?” I bit into my second slice of pizza and wiped my mouth as he nodded. “Do you have a red bed in your room at your home back in Greece?”

  He chuckled.

  I knew right then and there while my heart sunk low into my stomach because I had made the most embarrassing blunder of my life.

  “I’m sorry but no, I don’t have a red bed, why you ask?”

  “Just wondering is all…” I took a big gulp of wine to keep quiet.

  “Now come on, tell me why you asked?”

  I looked over at him, wondering if I should just go and tell him about my kinky dreams. What would he think of me when I told him something like that? Would he think I was a freak? He would probably walk right out the door and never talk to me again.

  Well there was only one way to find out then…

  “I’ve been having dreams about you lately.” I rested my elbow on the back of the couch, propping my head on my hand.

  His eyebrow cocked up a bit when he heard me say this along with a smile. “Oh really, do tell me what could have been going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

  I hesitated before I decided to figure out what I was going to say but of course, my mind was telling me, ‘Just go on and say it woman’. “I’ve been having kinky dreams about you.”

  “Such as?”

  “Well, most of them have dealt with whip cream.”

  “Whip cream huh, that’s interesting.” The way he looked at me was playful, almost naughty. “Did you use it on me or did I use it on you?”

  “You used it on me both times I think. Do you remember that day I came into your shop and asked you what that word meant and you told me it meant fuck? Well, that was what I had said in my dream which shocked me because I don’t know any Greek at all.”

  “Tell me about your dreams. Tell me about the first dream you had?”

  And that’s exactly what I did, I sat there and told him every sordid detail of my dreams, even the one with red bed and strawberry cream. I saw him gulp a couple of times, in shock by all that I had been telling him.

  Then he did something that I made me stop talking—he got up from the couch, walked into the kitchen. He reached into the fridge to pull out the box from Maddie’s and came back over to me on the couch. He sat right next to me, putting the box in my lap. “Open it.”

  Putting my fingers along the coolness of the white box, I moved my fingers underneath and along the slits to pull off the tape that held the box together until I was able to take off the lid. Instantly, my mouth started to salivate like Pavlov’s dog did during his experiments but I composed myself as I tried to open up the box a bit more to be able to get the concoction out. Once I was able fully open it, I looked at him, shaking my head and smiling like a Cheshire cat. “I can’t believe you got this.”

  Maddie’s was well known for this dessert called the Chocolate Mountain. It was the type of dessert that was made only on Maddie’s anniversary, which was on April fourth. Anytime during the year, you could never get the Chocolate Mountain, it was only during that day in April were you able to obtain this decadent dessert. It consisted of mounds and mounds of rich chocolate mousse that was slathered with chocolate whip cream and dusted with dark chocolate cocoa powder and chocolate curls. A chocoholic’s nightmare is what I would call it but I didn’t know how in the hell he could have gotten it now…in September of all times. “How in the hell did you get this?”

  “Let’s just say someone over at Maddie’s owes me a big favor and I asked if they could make me just a small one for tonight.” He started to unhook the sides of the box, as this time it was completely open for me to see this confection in its entirety.

  “Whoever the friend is, I must thank them. You better get some forks.”

  “Why would we need forks?”

  I just stared at him, noticing a twinkle in those devilishly strong eyes which stared intently at me, probably wondering what I was going to say or do. That’s when the wheels of motion really got going in my head and I looked back at the chocolate mountain once again. My finger ran along the top of the cream, hooking a huge dollop on my finger as I raised it up for him to take. I felt his hand clasp around my wrist, pulling my finger towards his half opened mouth while feeling his lips close around my finger. His tongue wrapped around the cream as his gaze never left mine. I found myself getting wet from the sight I was seeing and the sensation that was running through my body at that moment. When I felt he was done, I slowly slid my finger from between his lips. “How was it?”

  Callion moved in closer, smiling sweetly at me. “It was good, want to try it for yourself?”

  I nodded and watched him do the same exact thing I did, dipping his finger into the confection before he let me have a taste. My God, it was delicious I thought and I found myself savoring the taste of chocolate and cream along my tongue. I didn’t even want to let go of his finger as I continued sucking on it, which I could tell was delighting him as he started licking his lips.

  Slowly, he took out his finger and before it was completely out he asked me, “How was it?”

  “Absolutely delicious.”

  He dipped his fingers once more, bringing them towards my lips and I gladly accepted them again. My God it tasted so sweet and I wasn’t about to let those fingers go.

  “You have my fingers you know.”

  “Mmmhmm,”

  He chuckled. “If you’d like some more, you know you’ll have to let them go.”

  I continued sucking, smiling as I saw him move a bit, rocking his hips back and forth as if he had been uncomfortable. But I knew why he was on edge, it was because of how I was sucking his fingers. I don’t know what it is but sometimes when you are either sucking on a finger or even an earlobe, it always seemed to strike a nerve in the person who gets sucked on. How the roughness of a tongue can trigger so many sensations throughout the body to the point that it literally increases a person’s breathing, their skin to form goose bumps or to cause uneasiness like with Callion just now. It was funny watching him wiggle on the couch and I couldn’t help but smile a bit.

  “You sure are getting a kick out of this aren’t you?”

  I took his fingers out of my mouth. “Don’t tell me you’re not. I can tell just by how you can’t seem to sit still.”

  “Because every time you keep sucking on my fingers like that, my cock gets harder and harder by the minute,” That’s when he put the dessert on the coffee table.

  I instantly grabbed for his cock, hearing him quickly pull in a breath as I outlined his hardness with my hand. He was right—rock solid.

  “So tell me my αγάπη, what can you do to help me?”

  “What was that you said?”

  “It means love. I’ll have to teach you some Greek but first…” He reached down and began to unzip his jeans as his hand took hold of my wrist to push my hand in between the zipper. I grabbed hold of his cock, so warm and even though hard was still soft to the touch. “Show me what you’ll do with this.”

  I helped unbutton him to where he was a bit more comfortable. I watched him as he moved his jeans from off his hips, revealing toned thighs as he pulled off his shoes from the heel one by one before kicking them to God knows where. He continued looking at me, those dark hypnotic eyes watching my every move while I positioned myself down between his legs. “What to do? What are we to do with this big problem we got going on here?”

  His lips curled into a devilish smile that honestly, even though it looked like he was up to something, he looked rather cute. I noticed his eyes gazing behind me as I looked back to see what he was looking at.

  It was the Chocolate Mountain he’d been eyeballing.

  Do you remember those cartoons back in the day, where the character would have like a little devil on one shoulder while a little angel is on the other? You know what I’m talking about right….the little devil with its pitchfork, pointy horns and tail. A sly little smile on its devilish f
ace telling you what you know deep down you shouldn’t be doing. Then there’s the little angel on the other shoulder, beautiful little cherub with golden blonde hair, blue eyes and rosy cheeks wearing a white gown and a golden halo overhead, trying to tell you that you shouldn’t do.

  Well, at that moment, I had two devils on each shoulder and both of them were telling me, ‘GO FOR IT WOMAN!’

  I reached over to the box, dipping my hand into the coolness of the cream and mousse. Once I had the right amount, I turned back to him and slowly smeared up and along his cock and balls. I knew it was cold when he flinched again while his fingers curled deeper into the fabric of the couch, clinching it for dear life as I continued enjoying myself. He looked so yummy, all hard and covered with cream and chocolate, I peered up at him, seeing his head resting against the couch. He never stopped watching me as every stroke my hand made along his cock, I heard him growl which sounded so hot to me.

  His hips would move slowly in rhythm with my hand. “If you are going to eat my dear, I suggest you go on and do it now.” He hinted.

  I knew he was ready for me to go down on him and I was more and ready to start on my dessert.

  When you dive into something as sinful as this, you have to take your time. Even in the heat of the moment, if you take your time in the end, the results will always go in your favor. My tongue lightly tickled along the shaft of his cock, tasting once again the sweetness of the chocolate mousse, feeling his cock twitch. It was as if it anticipated what would happen next as I continued licking a bit more of the chocolate whipped cream, savoring how the dark chocolate awoke my taste buds only for me to continue licking and eventually sucking down his cock. He bellowed out a moan and smiled when I took him completely in my mouth, his fingers continued wringing deeper and deeper into the couch. I relished how not only how I made him feel but also how it made me feel. God, to have this man sitting before me like this, half naked, hard as a rock, covered with chocolate mousse and whipped cream—a dream that was finally coming true for me.