American Fairytale (Dreamers)

by Adriana Herrera

  Dammit. Of course, he couldn’t just be a douchebag buying up property mindlessly.

  “So when I decided to buy a place in the city, I got one here. I’m also invested in trying to keep this community from being erased by gentrification. I try to be mindful of the footprint I’m leaving, of course, but also help families who’ve been here for generations keep their homes. My friend Henock and I have been working with a few advocacy groups that serve families who’re being pushed out of their homes by developers. So far we’ve just helped with funding agencies that do housing advocacy in the community, but we’d like to do more if we can.”

  I looked up at him and tugged at the finger I was holding. “You know I’m already planning to have sex with you right? You don’t need to try and convince me with all this ‘good guy’ stuff.”

  He barked out a laugh and bumped me with his hip, which was almost up to my shoulder.

  “Most people wouldn’t find my views on gentrification sexually arousing. I think that just works on you, Camilo. Not that I’m complaining.” He slowed down then and pointed at the stoop in front of us.

  “That’s me.”

  We walked up the steps and he quickly opened the door for us. I stepped inside cautiously, not sure what I’d find. I wasn’t exactly going to billionaires’ houses for afternoon sex on the regular.

  The little bit of the house I could see from the foyer looked expensive and elegant though. But before I could freak out, Tom put both his hands on my face and bent down so our foreheads were touching.

  “I’ve been dying to kiss you for weeks.”

  His voice was gravelly and his eyes were so intent on me, like he could barely contain how much he wanted me.

  My own desire crashed into me like a swell. I couldn’t deny this any more than I could stop breathing. All reservation flew out of my mind and I pushed up to kiss him. We both let out long exhales when our mouths finally touched. The inevitability of the moment tightened around me; everything felt right. This was always going to happen.

  It was just a matter of time.

  Tom groaned and ran his tongue across the seam of my mouth. I opened for him and as my tongue touched his I felt a shiver run all the way through my body. I tried to get closer, with my arms around his neck, pressing forward. He brought his hands down to my ass and pulled me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he began to walk us up the steps.

  “Are you okay with taking this to my bedroom?” The uncertainty in his voice just got me more turned on.

  “Yes,” I answered wildly and he laughed at my eagerness. As he got to the second floor I saw what looked like a dining room/kitchen combo, but he kept going to a third floor. When we got there, he walked us into the first room off the hallway. As he lowered me to the floor our eyes locked and for the first time ever, I felt like a man was looking at me as if I was everything he wanted.

  “I can’t describe what it’s doing to me to have you in my bedroom right now.” He was panting a little bit. I assumed it was from the exertion of carrying me up the stairs, but his eyes were smoldering. He bent down to kiss me again, and I opened up for him, already wanting to get to the fucking part. I pulled at his sweater as he ran his teeth down my neck, making me shudder.

  “You’re wearing too many clothes,” I said, tugging on them as he laughed. He pulled back from our kiss to pull his sweater off. Once his chest was bare, I stepped back to take a good look at him. A curse escaped my mouth when I saw him in all his shirtless glory. His chest was strong and sculpted with a salt-and-pepper pelt covering his pecs. He had a thin trail of hair that went down the center of his flat stomach. When he finally bent down to peel his pants off I got a glimpse at that fucking glorious cock I’d been fantasizing about for weeks, barely restrained by his briefs. All I wanted was to get down on my knees and worship him with my mouth.

  “Dajame verte, Camilo,” he said, in a throaty whisper. He wanted to see me too. I started taking pieces of clothes off as he watched, palming his crotch.

  When I took my tank off he sucked in his teeth and came forward to run his fingers over the tattoo on my chest. It was a piece I’d gotten when I turned twenty-one. Patrice, Nesto and Juanpa all had the same one. It was a forearm stretching up from my ribs, ending in a hand holding a beating heart right over where the real one was. The heart was covered with the American, Jamaican and Cuban flags, all blending together. One couldn’t tell where one ended and the other ones began.

  Just like me, like all four of us.

  “That’s beautiful,” he said, his voice full of awe.

  I ran my fingers over it, feeling the familiar roughness right over my heart. I looked down at it and then at him. “Thanks, I got it a long time ago. The guys, my best friends, each have one. But theirs have their own flags.”

  I grabbed the hand he’d been using to trace his fingers over the tattoo and brought it to my mouth, then sucked on them as his eyes scorched me.

  He cupped the back of my neck, pulling me close. “¿Que quieres, Camilo?”

  What did I want?

  Him. Inside me, over me. Tom, everywhere.

  I met his gaze and told him. “I want to ride you.” I ran my hands up his chest and then brought one down to that dick I was so thirsty for. He sucked his teeth again, shivering as my hand tightened around him, then bent down to nip at my mouth.

  I looked up at him and said all the things I wanted.

  “I want to look at your face while I fuck myself on this cock. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since that first night.” I tried to go down on my knees, but before I could he went down on his.

  I swayed at the image he made.

  He was so big, so powerful and he was down on his knees, for me. It was heady and intoxicating as hell.

  I’d known once I went down this road with Tom things would complicate. He was everything I’d ever thought I wanted, and every single thing I could never see myself with. He threw all my assumptions out the window. I wanted him so much, and the way he was looking at me right now. I wanted to believe in that desire. That it was really all for me.

  He pulled down my tights and when he saw there was nothing underneath he let out a long exhale. He pressed his face to my crotch as he pulled the clingy material further down and off. I was so hot for him and the touch of his tongue, his warm breath on me was making my head pound.

  “Tom, babe. Let’s go to the bed.” He didn’t answer, just grabbed my ass, pushing me closer and licked again, then took the head of my cock into his mouth.

  I moaned at the sensation, it felt so good. “Oh god. I’m gonna come, and I really don’t want to until you’re inside. Please, baby.”

  “Te quiero comer, Camilo.”

  I wanted to be devoured. I nodded furiously at his words and tried to pull him up. He still had his briefs on, and I made quick work of them as soon as he stood up. We fell on his huge bed with our hands and mouths all over each other. I ran my fingers over his strong shoulders and back, feeling so hungry for his skin. After a moment he moved us around so I was on my stomach and he started kissing down my spine. Nipping and licking as he went.

  The only sounds in the room were of our ragged breaths, as his tongue and lips brushed over my skin.

  I felt every touch from Tom so intensely. The world had fallen away in the last few minutes and everything I needed was this bed and this man.

  After a moment he paused and traced a finger over the spot where I had my other tattoo. “‘Oleo de Mujer Con Sombrero,’” he breathed out. It was the title of a song, from which I’d had a line tattooed.

  I just nodded still resting on my arms. “My mom has a complicated relationship with the music of the Cuban trovadores, but that’s one of her favorite songs.”

  The tattoo went up my left side, from my waist up to my armpit.

  Tom read the line in Spanish in a husky v
oice, and when he was done he leaned, so his lips brushed my ears when he spoke. “You’re amazing.”

  “I’m not sure how to feel about you making me get turned on by my mother’s favorite song,” I said, with a laugh turning my face to nip on his lower lip, before he went back to exploring my backside.

  My mom and I had always loved the song and that line in particular, so I’d gotten it for her. Tom was the first man I’d been in bed with who’d known what it meant.

  In that moment I knew there would be no simple walking away from Tom Hughes.

  He leaned down again and kissed my cheek before he spoke. “My mom loved it too. She played it all the time when I was growing up. I haven’t heard that song in so long. Everything I discover about you makes me want to worship at your feet.”

  I turned my head to look up at him, my eyes narrowed. “That’s just the Dominican going to your head.”

  He shook his head, a grin forming on his lips, but his eyes were very serious. “It’s you. This is all you.” His skin was flushed and he looked ravenous. I felt like prey lying there as he ran his hands over me.

  “Stop saying stuff like that, Tom.”

  “Why? It’s true.” He bent down to kiss me again. I opened for him, as our tongues mingled together he grabbed me tight, his fingers digging into me, like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go. As the kiss deepened I felt his hard cock bumping into my back and ass.

  Without speaking he pulled back and effortlessly flipped me around so he was on his back and I was straddling his thighs.

  “I’m not sure about this manhandling.” I sounded breathless and probably would’ve been more convincing if I hadn’t been bending down to kiss his neck and shoulders as I delivered my grievance.

  “Sorry. I won’t do it again.” He was smug as fuck, and it was clear he knew exactly how much it turned me on.

  “Well I wouldn’t say I hate it,” I said running my hands over his massive chest. “It’s just a new thing for me.”

  “How about if I let you know when the manhandling is about to happen.” That lopsided smile and little bit of gray around his temples was going to be the end of me.

  I bent down for another kiss. “Sounds good.”

  He let me admire and touch as much as I wanted, and I wanted. He was so strong. His legs thick and hard. Such a contrast from my own lean build. I ran my hands over his chest again and leaned in to bite his nipple.

  “From the moment I saw you I wanted to go to bed with you,” I whispered as I slid down his body, licking and tasting, until I had my mouth against his cock. I ran the tip of my tongue up the vein.

  Tom answered with a sigh as I took him in my mouth. “The feeling was mutual.”

  I took him deep and swallowed around him, making him shudder. “Baby, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.” He ran his finger over my forehead as I looked up, my mouth full of cock.

  “I want to be inside you.” Tom no longer talked, he growled.

  I wanted him inside too. It had been a while since I’d been with anyone, certainly not since the night at the party, and I couldn’t wait any longer.

  I pulled off and looked around the room. “Where are the lube and condoms?”

  In response, he stretched his arm towards the table by the bed and felt around the drawer until he pulled out a condom and a tube of lube and handed them to me.

  I popped open the tube and got a little bit on my fingers. I used one hand to lean on his chest and with the other I reached to get myself ready, but Tom quickly pulled my hand away and grabbed my hips. In a voice that sounded like gravel, he gasped, “Let me, please.”

  I nodded then turned around and pushed my ass back onto his chest. The lyrics to a song came into my head as I did, making me laugh.

  He ran slick fingers over my hole; the lube felt silky against my skin. I sighed, holding myself up with my elbows.

  “What’s so funny?” Tom asked with humor in his voice.

  “Not a thing. You’ve got me so hot and bothered right now, Tom Hughes, I’ve got Beyoncé in my head for background music.”

  He chuckled and began opening me up slowly. Every so often he’d run a hand up my back, his fingertips brushing along softly. He worked his fingers inside me so good. He nudged and pushed in, all the while telling me how much he wanted to be inside already. How good I’d feel around him.

  “The way your spine dips right here,” he said while grabbing on to the top of my ass. “So fucking beautiful. Siento que me quemo por ti, Camilo.”

  I was burning for him too. I was so turned on. I was grinding into him, needing more friction. I took a deep breath and pushed up, turning my head to look at him.

  “Now, Tom.”

  He nodded and I turned around, quickly sliding the condom onto his cock. I pushed up on my knees as he grabbed his dick and I slid down on to it agonizingly slow. I felt that wide head pushing, opening me up.

  It burned, but fuck, it was so good.

  I wanted to shove myself down, and get on with it, but I made myself take my time. With one hand Tom kept me steady as I rocked my hips until he was all the way in.

  I planted both hands on his chest as I breathed out. I could feel him vibrating with the need to push up, but he held himself back until I was ready. I was so full of him, I could feel him in my throat.

  “Tom.” I sounded so needy and Tom did not make me wait. He grabbed me with both hands, tipped me forward and moved those hips exactly right.

  “Oh god.” He was hitting me right in the place that drove me crazy. My cock was leaking as he pushed up and I rocked down, meeting him with every thrust. The slapping of our skin and our harsh breaths echoed around us. I ran my hands down his chest, and then grabbed my dick.

  Tom shook his head. “Todavia, hold on, baby. Just a little bit longer.” He was gritting his teeth hard as he thrust into me. After a moment he sat up and turned us around so I was on my back. He hovered on top, leaning on one hand, as he used the other to guide himself inside again. He kissed me hard and I gasped into his mouth as he slid back in.

  “Agarrate, Camilo.” I nodded and grabbed my cock as he pounded into me, getting me right fucking there. Pretty soon I could feel the orgasm coming. That tingling sensation building at my groin and spreading up my spine.

  “I’m so close.” I moaned.

  “Ungh.” I heard Tom grunt as I came so hard my head felt fuzzy. After a few more thrusts he slumped on top of me. He was careful not to land too hard and squeezed me tight as we both tried to get our breathing back to normal.

  “Is there anything you don’t do perfectly?” I tried for feigned annoyance but a trace of genuine amazement was clear in my voice.

  He chuckled and kissed me again. “We can do it again later, so you can compare.” I pinched him and he yelped while I cracked up. After another kiss he got up and went to the bathroom. I stayed in his humongous and comfortable bed with my eyes closed, enjoying the moment, feeling utterly sated.

  He came back with a washcloth and cleaned us both up. After he got back in the bed and got us both under the covers, tangled together. I couldn’t remember feeling this at ease with anyone.

  After our breathing finally slowed down, Tom spoke into our comfortable silence. “I’d like to see you again, Camilo. Maybe even actually take you out on a date.” My heart thumped against my chest at his words.

  I wanted that so much.

  But still, the idea of having this man in my life was overwhelming. I looked around his room. The beautiful dark furniture, the paintings on the walls. Everything looked expensive and elegant. It was such a different world than the one I lived in.

  I leaned over and kissed him, not ready to answer. But as soon as our mouths touched our connection gave me certainty. I wasn’t sure if I could reconcile Tom’s world with mine, but I wanted to try.

  When we pulled ap
art, I nodded. “I’d like that.” His smile was so big, like I’d given him the greatest gift.

  “Good.” Right then his stomach grumbled and we both laughed as he sat up. “I should go see what I can do about getting some food. Would you stay and eat with me?”

  I was about to give him an enthusiastic nod, when I heard feet running up the stairs. Before I could process what that meant, or ask Tom who it was, a little girl’s voice called from the hallway.

  “Daddy! We’re home!” I sat up, clutching the sheets to my chest like that would help any, and Tom bolted up, hurrying to close the bedroom door.

  “I’ll be right out, Libe, honey,” he called out, then turned to me. His face looked startled and confused, as he put on his pants. I was already up looking for my clothes.

  “Who’s that?” There was no hiding the panic in my voice and the pause before Tom answered felt like it lasted for hours. When he finally spoke, his voice was crystal clear though.

  “That’s my daughter, Libertad.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Tom

  “Your daughter? You never mentioned a kid!” Camilo’s face went from surprise to panic in a surprisingly short time when I said the word daughter.

  I tried to speak calmly as I got dressed, because I knew I was on very thin ice right now. I didn’t want him to think I’d intentionally not told him about Libe. I’d thought about it, of course, but decided to wait on it until things were on more solid ground. For when he finally agreed to go out on an actual date with me. Except when he did, I’d immediately brought him to my house and fucked him, instead of having a conversation.