Cheeky Trifle: A Second Helpings Short Story
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Warm hands run down over my waist before grabbing on to my thighs and lifting me so my legs wrap around his waist. I feel his hardness pressing against me and I shudder with need.
His kiss doesn’t falter as he maneuvers us successfully up to his bedroom. It’s only when the door’s shut that he pulls his lips from mine and starts trailing kisses down my neck. My eyes flutter open and it’s like I’ve been transported back in time. I’m surrounded by everything I remember about this room from my short amount of time here. The posters are still the same, the trophies still on the same shelves.
“Am I dreaming?” I whisper.
“I sure fucking hope not.”
After licking from my collarbone to the top of my dress, Aaron begins to fiddle with the zipper holding the fabric together. “This has been driving me crazy all day.”
Aaron
I pinch the tiny bit of metal between my finger and thumb and slowly start to drag it down. As much as I want to savor this moment, I also need her naked, right fucking now. I’ve waited too long to have this second chance with her and I can’t wait any longer.
I peel the dress from her body, committing to memory the image of her with her new womanly curves wrapped in only black lace lingerie before I begin ripping off my own clothes in my need to feel her skin against mine.
I come to a stop when I’m standing there in just my boxers, staring down at her.
My dark-haired beauty. I knew she was mine the moment I saw her looking terrified on her first day at high school. Her dark eyes captivated me, but when her lips twitched up into a cheeky little smile it stole the breath right from my chest.
“I never stopped loving you,” I admit as I take her face in my hands and stare deep into her eyes. “Not a day’s gone by where I haven’t thought of you, what you’re doing, if you’re happy.” I watch as her eyes fill with tears and I kick myself for making her cry.
“Me too,” she whispers. “I love you, too.”
My hands slide into her hair as my lips descend on her. I need to taste her again to help convince myself she’s here and she’s real.
I walk her backwards until her legs hit the edge of the bed before lowering her down and allowing my eyes to run down the length of her body. “I’m going to worship every fucking inch of you.”
Climbing over her, I recapture her lips, but I’m greedy for more so it’s only a minute or two before I’m descending further down her body. I nip at the skin of her breasts exposed by the lace before grazing my teeth over her peaked nipples. Her moans of pleasure ring in my ears and it’s the best fucking sound I’ve ever heard.
Slipping my hand around her back, I pop the clasp of her bra before dragging the fabric down her arms and away from her body. Hungrily, I take her in my hands and suck her into my mouth as she starts writhing beneath me.
“Oh God, Aaron,” she pants as I continue teasing her, bringing her closer to release from just this alone. “More,” she begs. “More…more…”
Kissing a line down her stomach, I run my tongue around her belly button before dropping lower and teasing her over the lace of her panties with my nose. I breathe in her scent, and my cock throbs painfully behind the confines of my underwear. Ignoring my desire to sink into her body, I tuck my fingers into the sides of her panties and slowly pull them down her thighs, ensuring she feels the fabric grazing across her sensitive skin as I go. Goosebumps erupt across her flesh, telling me I’ve succeeded.
Spreading her legs wide, I waste no time in licking at her. Her taste explodes on my tongue and I instantly regret not getting the chance to do this all those years ago. Her sweetness and her moans of pleasure mixed with my name falling from her lips are everything.
I get her right on the brink of falling apart before I pull back. Her head lifts from the pillow and her eyes beg me to continue as she pants out harsh breaths. That is, until I sit up, discard my boxers, and take myself in my hand. Her eyes drop to my cock and she watches, totally enthralled, as I pump up and down slowly.
Shuffling forward, I line myself up with her entrance. “I’m clean.”
“I trust you. Me too.”
“Good because I have no intention of having anything between us ever again.”
I push into her and her head falls back against my pillow, her dark hair fanned out, a stark contrast to the white sheets beneath.
“Fuck,” I grunt as her tight walls ripple around me. “Fucking heaven.”
“Uh huh,” she moans, and I begin to pick up pace.
I lean down to kiss her, needing to feel her on every part of my body as my hips continue their steady rhythm, but it’s not long before I have to pull away.
I need more. I need to fuck her and empty myself inside her. I need it so fucking bad.
Sitting back, I pull her legs up so they rest on my shoulders, hitting her deeper than before. She moans loudly in delight as I pick up the tempo.
“Come on, baby. Let me feel you…let me feel you coming.” I press my thumb down on her clit and she explodes, screaming my name and squeezing my cock so tight it pushes me over the edge into my own release.
Falling down beside her, I pull her into my arms, vowing to never let her go again.
“I missed you,” she whispers so quietly I think I could’ve imagined it. “I’m so sorry for leaving.”
“Shh,” I soothe. “I understand. It’s okay.”
“Why aren’t you mad at me?” She looks up with her big dark eyes, and I feel myself fall in love with her all over again.
“You did what you had to do, Poppy. We were just kids. You did what every eighteen-year-old would have done.”
“But I left you.”
“And you came back.” I drop my lips to hers to cut off any argument she might have.
Yes, I wanted to be angry back then. I wanted to hate her for leaving like she did. But I never did either of those things because I was always too busy loving her.
“What happened to the trifle?” I ask when I pull back.
“I dropped it. Why, are you hungry?”
“Yeah, for you.”
Leaving her on the bed, I go to collect the container that Kathy filled before returning to find her exactly where I left her.
“I’m not sure I like the look in your eyes right now, Aaron Townsend.”
“Oh, you’re going to like it,” I warn as I pop the top and scoop a giant blob of cream onto my finger before running it down the valley between her breasts. “You’re going to like it very much.”
Poppy
Nine months later…
Not returning to London was the best decision I ever made. I could tell my parents were disappointed when I called them to explain, but at the same time I think they were expecting it. They were well aware that I left a huge part of myself in California when we returned.
“We’ll both have the trifle for dessert,” Aaron says, dragging me from my thoughts. “Everything okay?”
“Of course. Couldn’t be better.” And it’s the truth. Seconds after deciding to stay, Aaron moved me into his house and into his life. He tried to convince me I didn’t need to get a job and that I could just enjoy life. He earns enough, that’s for sure, but it wasn’t happening. I managed to snag myself a job in the local library and I love it. Of course, it means I’m no longer able to travel to all of Aaron’s games, but there’s something incredible about watching him on the TV every now and then. To be able to see the crowd’s reaction and the way they idolize him is amazing. And knowing he’s coming home to me when the game is over is even better.
“Are you sure everything’s okay? You’re a million miles away.”
“Yeah. Just thinking.”
“That sounds ominous.”
“Nope, it’s all good. Just thinking about how glad I am that I’m here. That Max made me come back. That your fiancée left you just at the right time.” I watch as he swallows nervously at my last comment and I’m just about to question him when the waiter comes back with our desserts.
“Aaron?” I question, looking down at my trifle. But when my eyes find him, he’s already down on one knee before me. “Oh my God.” My hand comes up to cover my gaping mouth as he takes the other in his. He squeezes it tight, and I don’t miss his slight tremor.
“Poppy, you stole my heart the very first time I laid eyes on you, and I’ve been madly in love with you ever since. You’ve always been mine, now let’s make it official. Marry me?”
Tears fill my eyes as he plucks the diamond ring from the top of my trifle, licks it, then holds it out, ready to slide it on my finger.
“Yes, yes,” I say when his eyes find mine and I realize I haven’t responded.
“Thank fuck for that. Everyone’s watching.” I can’t help bursting out in laughter as I glance up and find every set of eyes in the room on us.
“I love you, Aaron Townsend.”
“I love you, too, Mrs. Townsend.”
Standing, his hand wraps around the back of my neck and his lips find mine. The kiss is too deep and dirty for the middle of a restaurant where everyone’s looking, but I can’t find it in myself to care.
“Congratulations,” a waitress announces once we separate. She’s holding a tray containing a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
“Thank you, but could we take it to go?” Aaron asks. Then, just as she’s about to leave he adds, “And the trifles, too?”
THE END
Have you tried the rest of Second Helpings?
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Hot Apple Pie by Laney Powell
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His Meaty Drumstick by Vivian Ward
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Dirty Dessert by Dori Author Dori Lavelle
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Acknowledgments
You know that moment when a friend says something as a joke but then it somehow takes on a life of its own? Well, that’s the Second Helpings series. What started off as some tongue-in-cheek Thanksgiving book title ideas turned into a series of sexy shorts, so thanks for that, Alexis Adaire!
This was a very quick, very fun, little project that had us all crying with laughter. So I want to say thank you to all involved for making me step outside my comfort zone and come up with this sexy little short. All normal service can now resume, until one of you has another idea, anyway.
A HUGE thank you to Michelle for immediately agreeing to edit this at such short notice. I know you should be getting your words down for NaNoWriMo. I couldn’t be more grateful for your support and encouragement.
To all of you who’ve given our little project a chance, I hope you’ve enjoyed our tasty little treats.
Until next time,
Tracy xx
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Tracy Lorraine is a M/F and M/M contemporary romance author. Tracy has just turned thirty and lives in a cute Cotswold village in England with her husband, baby girl and lovable but slightly crazy dog. Having always been a bookaholic with her head stuck in her Kindle, Tracy decided to try her hand at a story idea she dreamt up and hasn’t looked back since.
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Prologue
“Once upon a time there was a handsome soldier. He was strong and brave, and whisked the princess off her feet.
“The solider was a hero, fighting all the bad guys and giving people their lives back.
“He was more than that, though. He wasn’t just the brave soldier, he was thoughtful and caring, funny, and a little bit of an idiot.” I smile to myself as memories start playing out in my mind of his slightly wonky smile when he was winding me up, and the infectious sound of his laugh.
“One day, I’m going to be just like Daddy. I’m going be big and brave and rescue people,” Denny says sleepily.
I stay where I am, sat on the edge of his bed, and watch as he loses the fight against sleep. Denny looks just like him. Most days I find it comforting, but there are times, like right now, after he’s made me recite his nightly story, that it’s painful. The memories of him threaten to rip me apart.
I gently sweep his hair from his forehead once I know he’s fast asleep. “You already do that, baby boy. You rescue me every day,” I whisper as I take one last look at his gorgeous, peaceful face.
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