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

by Jamallah Bergman

  His body was a sculptor’s dream, so toned, muscular with beautifully, tanned olive skin. I imagined him lying next to me in bed as his eyes glanced lovingly over my body. The friction of his hand along my smooth skin causing goose bumps, which only heightened my mood. He never did talk in my dreams, only his eyes spoke to me and I loved what they were saying. His hands never left my body because every inch of it was explored when we lay in bed.

  Well, you know what would happen, every single time we would get to the point where we kissed and were about to take it further—the alarm clock would go off and wake me up. But tonight, I would get the chance to finish that dream, I would find out whether my Greek God was good in bed or not, even if it was just in my dreams.

  They would soon evade my mind, moments of us being together in bed, his stubbled cheek brushing against my cheeks, feeling his breath arouse me when it touched along my ear. I could hear him speaking to me in Greek, I couldn’t understand a word of what he was saying but it seemed to hit me in the best way. Every part of me just enjoyed his touch, how his body felt against me. I especially loved how he explored my body.

  He took his time with me, feeling his calloused hand touching my cheek as I gazed into his eyes. His thumb lightly brushed my lower lip as his hand went down along my neck, his words were playful and I just wished he would speak in English. “Why won’t you speak to me in English? I want to hear what you are telling me.”

  All he did was smile while his hand continued its journey along my body, making his way towards my breast, which he took great care in handling. That’s when he started to kiss my neck, my God I don’t know what it was about his lips but when they hit my skin, it felt like electricity ran through me causing my voice to quiver when I sighed. I just let him do what he wanted to my body for I was at his whim and my body was his to take.

  Lips captured my nipple with such tenderness that I quivered when he rolled it with his tongue. My fingers ran through his hair inhaling how wonderful it smelled as he continued onto the other breast. Each tug, each lick, each nibble made me wet and as he made his way along my stomach, I opened my legs for him to go lower. His lips and tongue touched me here, softly fondling my clit sending a shiver down along my spine, making me tremble.

  Even though during this time of him going down on me, I kept my eyes closed, but when I did open my eyes, I saw our reflection from up above, which shocked me because that ceiling mirror was never there before in my dreams. But really seeing this only made the whole experience more exciting and dramatic. Every part of my body hummed as our hands linked together as my body found itself convulsing from his lapping tongue. Each lick heightened the sensation throughout me as I writhed along the satin sheets of the bed. Before I knew it, I held onto his head, crying out a word that I never thought I could say, “γαμώ!”

  This is what woke me up, completely covered in sweat with my shirt sticking to my body. Looking around, I noticed that the clock showed that it was only a dream that lasted for just fifteen minutes.

  Fifteen fucking minutes

  Also, what was that word I cried out, it sounded Greek though. I wouldn’t even know how to write out that word, much less find it out online.

  Looks like staying at home tomorrow…would have to wait. I needed to make a trip to the—bookstore.

  First though, I’ll have to take another shower and change into another white t shirt.

  Chapter Four

  A Second Look bookstore was a hub for book lovers and lovers of Callion Nicolo. If you needed a book, whether it was a cookbook or a rare leather bound edition of Edgar Allan Poe’s stories, you could find it there. I’d been in there once or twice but it wasn’t for me, but to find a book or two for a family member. I didn’t have the time to sit down and read a book as my days and nights were mainly spent at the café and to bed for sleep.

  Today though, my agenda besides making a daily stop at the grocery store was to figure out what that word meant. It’d bugged me for most of the night until I did get back to sleep, which took me about two hours.

  When you walk inside this store, the first thing that hits you is the smell of old books. It wasn’t an unpleasant smell, because it reminded me of fresh cut grass mixed with the light heavenly scent of vanilla. The bookshelves were lined with tons of books, all in different categories, all with different colored book covers. I looked around to see people grabbing a book, or reading a book while standing or sitting down in one of the many tables and arm chairs that were around the shop.

  I saw him coming from the back with a couple of books in hand and some older gentleman talking with him. Once he put the books down on the counter, he continued talking with the man, who I recognized as being Mr. Bishop, a regular at the coffee shop. I gazed around at some of the books, waiting for them to finish their conversation but it seemed like whatever Mr. Bishop was talking about really had them in a debating mood.

  Callion looked very handsome today, wearing black jeans and a grey long sleeved shirt that showcased his broad chest and muscular arms along with a pair of black leather shoes. Also, I noticed that he was wearing the same pair of black rectangular framed glasses, he not only looked handsome but smart.

  Suddenly, he saw me and said something to Mr. Bishop as he waved him off came towards me. His smile made me smile when he walked my way and soon stood in front of me, I could smell his cologne. “Hello Roya, it’s a pleasure seeing you here at my shop. How may I help you?”

  “Well, I have a question to ask about a word that I’ve never heard before and I thought maybe you could tell me what it meant.”

  “I can help you the best I can, what was the word?”

  “I hope I’m pronouncing it right but it was γαμώ.” I don’t know why but when I uttered those words, the biggest smile formed across his lips, he seemed to move a bit from where he was standing with his hand trying to stifle his laughter but he quickly composed himself to ask me, “Can I ask where you heard that word?”

  Oh lord, I completely forgot about that. How was I going to tell him that I had it in a dream? Think woman think! “I was flipping channels before I went to bed last night and some crazy guy was going around saying it over and over again. It was Greek right? That’s the reason I asked you because I knew you would know, plus even when I tried to do the closed caption on my television, it never showed up.”

  That’s when he really started to laugh, to the point that everyone around us stared at him wondering what was so funny. “Come with me.”

  We walked towards the back of the shop and I found myself alone with him except for one guy who was looking over some books.

  “Thought this would be a bit better than standing in front of all of those people when I told you the word means fuck.”

  And that’s when I really started to laugh and I almost fell into hysterics

  He just stood there chuckling.

  “Oh my,” I coughed. “Well, um, yeah uh thanks for letting me know about it though, I just thought I’d ask while I was in town.”

  “Yeah, that’s what it means, would love to find out what show you saw it on.”

  “Well, like I said, I was flipping channels, so I really didn’t see what it was but if I come across it again, I’ll make sure to write it down for you,” I lied as I slowly started to make my way towards the front. “So, how has the store been going?”

  “Oh, about the same, the books have been flying out the door. But…”

  “But what?”

  “I don’t know if I should be saying all this but ever since I’ve been here, a lot of women have been coming and hitting on me. Last night at the café, it was really awful.” He stood against the wall near where the exit door was.

  “How was it that bad? I mean last night when you read that poem, I thought it was beautiful.”

  He smiled just a bit. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, it’s one of my favorites. But it was afterwards that really got me, all of these women fawning over me and my friend Andre, he just coul
dn’t believe it. This one girl name Hanna was pawning all over me. Probably the most uncomfortable I’d ever been in my life. I told Andre I was leaving and even then, she was trying her best to get with me. I’ve been praying she doesn’t come to the shop.”

  Typical Hanna I thought, I’d seen it a dozen or so times when we had the poetry reading. She never did get over her fast ways and always thought because she had a nice body and pretty face, she could land any guy. Sometimes, I wished she could find someone who would one up her ass and set her in her place. Just because you have a hot body and a beautiful face, you don’t have to flaunt it around so much. “I’m sorry you had to deal with Hanna, she can be a bit obnoxious at times, especially when it comes to dealing with men she thinks I’m interested in.”

  “Really, why is that?”

  “Well she saw us talking before you left, so she eventually thought we were talking. Let’s just say that I’ve known her for years and I know her ways. Just hate that you got the butt of her crap.”

  “Well, I think I set her straight though, once I gave her the cold shoulder I think she took the hint. Then she went to someone else and I guess she got the attention she wanted.”

  “I hope so,” We walked back to the front as I told him, “Well, I better head to the store and again, thanks for the uh…translation.”

  “Anytime.”

  I left the shop, not only was I completely mortified by the fact that I said ‘fuck’ in Greek but I was also relieved that at least, Hanna didn’t get her claws into him.

  * * * *

  The phone was ringing off the hook when I came home with my four heavy grocery bags. I quickly put them down to grab it, “Hello?”

  “Hey girl, oh my God!”

  It was Marsha and I knew by her voice she had something good to tell me. “Give me a second, I’m just coming from the store with my stuff here.” I grabbed the bags, made my way into the kitchen and put them on the counter. “What’s going on?”

  “I had to call you while I was on my break to let you know all the juicy stuff that happened last night.”

  And here it goes…Marsha’s weekend report. Whenever I had a day off or even when I didn’t have one, Marsha would tell me about her weekend and whatever she got into or who she saw while out. “Well, I followed Callion and his friend to the bar along with some other girlfriends of mine and when we got there, we all sat around and talked and he even danced with me. He was such a great dancer Roya, I wish you could have been there.”

  All I could do while listening to this was laugh to myself because I knew everything she was spouting out was a bold face lie. Just something to make me feel jealous because she got the chance to go out and I didn’t. True, when I started working at the café, I knew that one of the sacrifices would be that I probably wouldn’t have much of a social life outside of work. I truly didn’t care because even before I started working there, my social life was null and void. So, while Marsha went on with her banter about how she danced the night away with Callion, I laughed it up even though I wasn’t laughing with her but at her, the entire time of our conversation. After about an hour of hearing this malarkey, I told her I had to go and would see her tomorrow at work. I really couldn’t keep shoveling myself out of the bullshit she was dishing out.

  Half of my day had already been spent doing everything other than the one thing I originally planned to do in the first place….going to sleep. I decided to take a bath this time. I always felt more relaxed after taking a bath. It helped me think while soaking in the warm water, scented bath salts and bubbles, mainly thinking about Callion. I don’t know what it was but when I had the chance of being by myself, away from the crowds and noise, my thoughts and dreams were of being with him. Talking with him at the bookstore today was a plus and the first time ever when I’d gotten the nerve to go and talk with him face to face, away from the café. He looked so happy to see me today, I could even see a bit of a smile on his face, which I had to admit made him irresistible.

  The hint of lavender relaxed me greatly as I sat in the warmth of the water and completely submerged my body, all except for my head that is. I washed my body, taking my time with it. All I wanted to do afterwards was relax, eat my dinner and dessert, then find a good movie on television.

  My dinner of choice for tonight was nothing more than my usual ham sandwich with everything I liked on it and a slice of homemade chocolate cream pie for dessert from Maddie’s Bakery Shop. I loved getting their chocolate cream pie slices because if I bought a whole one, it would have been gone within a week. So, it was always safe for me and my hips to just buy the one slice. Once I made my sandwich and grabbed it along with my pie in and my soda, I went over to the couch and grabbed the remote to try and find something to watch. Thankfully, I was able to find The Curse of the Cat People at the beginning, so I decided to watch that while I ate.

  But of course, just like clockwork, the phone would ring when I was watching a movie, “Hello?”

  “Hey Roya, its Al, I wanted to know if you could come in a bit early tomorrow.”

  “Like what time?”

  “I need you to come around five.”

  Sigh….lord have mercy five o’clock I thought to myself. It’d better be worth me getting up so early, even though I didn’t have to be at work until ten. “That’s fine, I’ll be there at five.”

  “Great, see you then.”

  I let out another sigh…I would have to go to bed early now since I had to get up so damn early, but not until I finished off some of this pie.

  * * * *

  When I got to bed and found myself in a deep sleep, dreams once again invaded my mind like a whirlwind. This dream started with me walking down a long hallway that led towards a single dark wooden door. When I opened the door, I found myself in an entirely different room where everything in it was white, the walls and the flooring was carpeted in white fur…soft along my feet. There were white vases with different types of flowers from roses, lilies, carnations and tulips all of them white in color. But it wasn’t just the décor of the room that made me look but what was in the middle that drew me in.

  A large white curtain covered something in the middle of this room and as I made my way closer to see what was behind it, I noticed somebody was in there. When I opened it, there was Callion, wearing just a white tank top along with a pair of white pants. He laid there very casually waiting for me, with a very seductive sly smile on his face. Sitting up in the bed, which was adorned in white satin sheets and an array of pillows of different shapes and sizes, he held out his hand to me and smiled—the he said only one word to me, “Come.”

  Well, I wasn’t about to say no, so I took his hand and climbed into bed.

  “Relax,” he purred to me as we both laid on our sides facing each other. His fingers lightly touched my cheek while the way he stared at me with those brown eyes of his seemed to go right through me as he moved closer to kiss me. His lips were soft, tender and lovingly embraced my own. My arms went along his neck, pulling him closer to me as he tightened his hold around my body as well. Our hands searched over each other’s bodies as I felt his body weight on top of mine. He gazed down at me, smiling as if he was up to something and I knew he would be for he soon said something else, “Wait.” He moved from on top of me, slowly crawling off the bed and through the curtain.

  I lay there, wondering what he was up to and where he’d gone because I’d really been getting into us kissing like we were.

  Then, his silhouette came into view and he’d taken off his shirt, showing a broad chiseled chest so smooth to the touch that I didn’t even notice what he had in his hand. It was a large white container, kind of reminded me of one of those old timey containers that you would see in your grandma’s house that she would put her flour, sugar or coffee into. Only there wasn’t anything indicating what might be inside. “Undress” he told me.

  I had to admit that these one word comments seemed a bit off to me but I complied and started to take off my ni
ght shirt as well as my underwear.

  When he opened the container, he dipped a finger into it and pulled out something white, then slowly brought it to my lips.

  I opened my mouth to taste it and realized that it was nothing more than whip cream. I continued licking and sucking on his fingers even after the cream disappeared, my eyes never left his. I could feel his fingers trying to remove themselves from my mouth, which I let him do as I licked my tongue.

  “Up,” he commanded next.

  I sat up in the bed.

  He handed me the container and laid back down on the bed. Then, once again, with only one word he said, “Paint.”

  I stared at him, puzzled by his comment.

  All he did was smile and repeated it, “Paint!”

  Then I realized what he was asking me to do—paint him with the whip cream.

  However, instead of painting him with my finger, I decided to get just a bit messy and dumped the entire container of cream on his body.

  He laughed for a moment as I made sure I got every last drop out and onto him. I slowly smeared the cream along his neck and down towards his chest, swirling my fingers along his nipples. I made a thick layer there as I spread the cream onward down his stomach and I could feel him breathing harder when I made it down along his cock, which by now was rigid and ready. My hands massaged him slowly, hearing him moan as I continued milking him until I knew should stop before I got too carried away. So, I continued going down along his hips and thighs…muscular thick thighs that showed me that he most certainly worked out. After I was done, I sat back and marveled at what I’d done.

  There on the white bed, completely covered from neck to thigh with delicious homemade whip cream sat Callion.