American Fairytale (Dreamers)

by Adriana Herrera

  After a few minutes the servers started coming around with bowls of delicious butternut squash and apple soup and to pour more champagne for us, and we got busy eating and moaning over how good everything was. Gorgeous courses kept coming as Ayako and I chatted with the other people at our table. Before long, dinner was over and the lights in the room were dimmed to begin the more formal part of the evening.

  Between the couple of glasses of bubbly I’d had and the delicious meal, I was feeling pretty relaxed. As the speeches started to get on their way, I stood up and touched Ayako’s shoulder to get her attention.

  “Hey, do you want to go with me to the bar for one last glass of bubbly?”

  She looked up at me smiling and pointed at her half-full glass. “No thanks, hon. I’ll wait for you here.” She turned around and went back to the conversation with a woman sitting next to her.

  When I got to the bar I found it empty again, so I got the bartender’s attention immediately. He poured me another glass of Moët without asking and pushed it toward me across the bar with a flirty smile. I thanked him but could not muster up the energy to flirt back. I stood by the bar sipping slowly and listening to the person speaking from the stage.

  “Still enjoying the open bar, I see.”

  Thomas.

  His voice was coming from behind me this time, and I felt a flutter in my belly. Suddenly my lack of enthusiasm was replaced by a burst of energy. I smiled to myself before turning around.

  “Yes I am. How is your evening going so far?”

  I gazed up at him and saw him lift a shoulder, as he asked the bartender for a Zacapa on the rocks. “It’s another gala. This organization’s mission is particularly important to me, so I try to push through. Once you’ve gone to enough of these, they all sort of blend together.” He took a sip of the amber liquid in his glass, his eyes fixed on me. “Nothing terribly memorable ever happens at these things.”

  He paused then and tipped his glass at me, a very suggestive smile on his lips. “Although I must say, this year’s attendants have been particularly impressive.”

  We stood there with a charged silence between us for a few breaths. Thomas looked me up and down with hungry eyes—like he wanted to rip all my clothes off and maul me where I stood—while I kept sipping from my glass and letting my own eyes look over whatever part of his body I wanted. I noticed a little bit of gray on his temples I hadn’t seen earlier, which only made him that much hotter.

  As Ayako pointed out earlier, he was one-hundred-percent my type.

  Suddenly an insane urge took over me and I grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the ballroom and towards a sitting room I’d seen on an earlier trip to the men’s room. To my surprise he let me lead him away without much resistance. Just as we crossed the threshold and turned in the direction of the restrooms, he asked offhandedly, “Where are we going?”

  “To make this gala memorable for you.” He didn’t respond, just laughed quietly and squeezed my hand tighter.

  When we got there I walked through the door, pulling him in with me. As soon as we were both inside, I locked the door, walked over to where he was standing by the wall on the far side of the room and went down on my knees.

  Chapter Two

  Tom

  All the air left my body when I saw Milo gracefully kneel in front of me. From the first moment I’d seen him at the bar I’d wanted him. I couldn’t remember the last time someone captured my attention the way he had.

  He was so beautiful.

  His mouth was broad and full, made for kissing. His body had the slim build of a dancer. Whenever he’d looked at me tonight, his gray eyes were intense, like he was trying to figure me out. Now he was staring up at me, with his lips parted, loose wisps of hair framing his face. Waiting for me to make the next move. I was not one to act on impulse, but the pull I felt toward Milo was undeniable. Before I could talk myself out of it, I lifted his chin with one hand and grabbed my cock through my pants with the other.

  “You brought me in here because you want this cock?”

  He nodded frantically, short pants escaping his lips.

  “Yes.”

  I put my thumb in his mouth, and he ran his tongue over it, sending a wave of lust through me so intense I had to lean against the wall for support. “What makes you think I want your mouth on me?” He didn’t answer, just pushed his nose into my crotch, inhaling, then brought his hands up to undo my zipper, but I blocked his access. Emboldened by the heat in his eyes, I fisted his hair, pulling his face away, and asked into the silent room.

  “What are you going to do with it, Milo?” I was growling more than talking, as I used a hand to frame my erection, so he could get a good look at what he was about to take in his mouth. “Do you think you can take all this?”

  His breathing got heavier and he listed a bit trying to get at me again, before he finally spoke. “Let me have it.”

  His voice was reedy with need, and I found it irresistible. I made quick work of the zipper and pushed down my briefs. Milo licked his lips as I took out my cock and stroked it. When I pulled down the foreskin, he moaned and leaned forward, the tip of his tongue trying to lap up a bead of pre-come that leaked out.

  “Oh shit. You’re not cut. I wanna taste it.” The urgency in his voice, the intensity of his need made me breathless.

  I grabbed the back of his head and with one hand painted his lips with my cock. Milo moaned, trying to get at me again.

  “Did I say you could put your mouth on me yet?” My voice sounded like someone else’s, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this turned on, this caught up in a man.

  “I’m going to push this cock down your throat,” I said as I stroked myself.

  He gasped and when he spoke, he sounded out of breath. “I want you to fuck my face, make me choke on it, so I can taste you for days.”

  I had to squeeze my balls hard then, because I was going to come just from the wanton look on his face.

  I was burning up for him.

  I wanted to take him right on this floor. Fuck him until we were both drenched in come and sweat. I ran shaky fingers over the loose curls around his face, as he licked my shaft. His eyes were so intent on me, the eyeliner around them a little smudged. He looked debauched and so fucking sexy.

  “Open your mouth,” I said as I tapped his cheek with my cock, and he opened for me. I pushed in slowly, taking in the sight he made. His mouth was red and swollen, lips stretched as he took me in. His pupils so blown out I could only see a ring of gray. I felt him shudder and then he started moving up and down my cock, his fingers making a tight circle around my shaft as he went. Between his mouth and tongue sucking on the head and the tight strokes, I was feeling lightheaded. I squeezed my ass hard hoping to stave off my orgasm for a little longer, as I ran my fingers along his hollowed cheeks. His hands were grabbing on to me so tightly I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow.

  “Relax your throat, baby. Let me get in deeper.” He breathed in through his nose and on the exhale I felt him open up for me again, and I pushed in further. He looked totally wrecked, his eyes watering as his throat pulsed around my cock.

  I took a deep breath trying to get myself under control. “Are you ready? I’m going to fuck in now.”

  He tried nodding, his hands gripping me tighter.

  “You look so hot right now, sweetheart, taking this fat cock.” I moaned when my words prompted him to redouble his efforts.

  I was so used to men who never showed their cards, there was always some subterfuge, an ace under the sleeve. Not Milo, he was completely open, no hiding.

  I thrust in hard and his throat relaxed, pulsing around me. A liquid feeling pooled from my ass to my chest, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. The only things you could hear in the room were our breathing and the wet sounds of my dick thrusting in and out of his mouth.


  “Oh fuck, I’m so close. Get your cock out, baby. Make yourself come while you’re sucking me so good.”

  He let out a long low tortured moan, and after a moment was stroking his cock as I pushed in again.

  I thrust in a couple more times, white-hot pleasure blinding me for a moment, and then I was coming. I tried to pull out, but his strong hands kept me where I was. Milo took everything I had. I could feel the shiver run through his body when his orgasm hit, just a second after mine.

  As my body started to come down, I slumped against the wall, glad I had it there for support. Milo had his face pushed against my thigh, his breathing harsh. I pulled him up so he was leaning against me, and put both my hands on his face.

  “I can guarantee this is now the most memorable gala of my life.”

  The shy smile he gave me was completely devastating. “I don’t go to a lot of these, but this is definitely the highlight of the evening.”

  I didn’t respond, just bent down and kissed him. My tongue slipped into his mouth and I could taste myself there, mingling with the champagne and Milo. A crazy thought went through my head at that moment. I imagined myself doing this forever. Kissing this mouth, holding this body against mine, and it felt like everything I wanted.

  I tried to chase away my ridiculous fantasies and focused on kissing Milo, on feeling him. He responded in kind getting closer to me and wrapping his arms around my neck as our tongues tangled together. Things were about to get heated again when someone knocked on the door.

  We both startled and quickly separated. Milo started putting his clothes back in order, and I did the same. I looked up at him as he tucked in his shirt. His lips were red and his eyes a bit glassy. His hair was a mess. He looked freshly fucked, and it took all I had in me not to put him on his knees again.

  I sighed with frustration about getting this moment cut short and I tried to smooth my clothes. Just to find something to do—now that it seemed like the moment with Milo had passed—I peered in the mirror to inspect how evident what we’d just done would be when I walked out of this room. I looked flushed and probably smelled like come, but we’d been gone long enough that the ceremony had to be almost done. Hopefully I could make a quick escape.

  Milo’s voice in the quiet room brought me back to the moment and him. “Why don’t you stay here, and I’ll walk out first,” he said as he straightened his jacket.

  My chest tightened when he said it, which was ridiculous, because what would we do? We couldn’t stay in here all night.

  “Okay,” I whispered, feeling a little out of my depth. I went to wash my hands, giving myself time to get my bearings. When I turned around, intending to ask him for his number, I saw him quietly slipping out of the room.

  I was such an idiot.

  Why did I have to make a big thing out of this? Okay, so I’d just gotten the best blow job of my life. That didn’t mean the guy would want to see me again. It was just a little fun at a dull dinner.

  I waited another minute and walked out of the room into an empty hallway. Apparently the asshole who’d knocked before found another place to sit.

  I walked back into the ballroom and went straight to my table. I tried not to look to where I’d seen Milo sitting earlier and sank down next to Priya, who gave me a suspicious look and sniffed the air.

  “Pregnant women have an elevated sense of smell, Thomas. What exactly took you so long?”

  I tried not to smile at her undisguised curiosity. “I’m not going to answer that. Is this thing any closer to ending? Next year, I’m just going to send a check,” I said, making a show of straightening out my collar and tie.

  Priya shook her head and gave me some serious side-eye. “Surely you know I’m going to need details. Was it the guy from the bar? Because I’d do him too.” She looked over at Sanjay who had the amused expression he usually sported whenever his wife was around.

  He grinned and gave me an enthusiastic thumbs-up. “He was pretty hot, Tom.”

  “Shut up. I don’t kiss and tell.”

  Priya’s mouth twisted to the side as she assessed my demeanor. She wouldn’t have to look very closely, I’d seen my face in the mirror before I left that sitting room. “Uh you were doing a lot more than kissing if the scent I’m detecting is any indication. Did you get his number? Because any guy who makes you throw caution to the wind like that deserves a call back.”

  I cleared my throat trying to keep my tone light when I spoke. “He left before I could ask.”

  Priya narrowed her eyes at me like she was trying to figure out if that was a good or bad thing. “Maybe you’ll see each other again?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  Despite my best effort, my tone was a bit regretful. I couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that something important had just slipped through my fingers.

  Camilo

  “Damn, friend, you weren’t joking when you said you were taking your gala enjoyment up a notch. Is that a post-coital glow I’m detecting?”

  I didn’t even try to deny it. From what I saw in the hallway mirror, I looked pretty fucked out.

  I took a sip from my glass of water and answered Ayako while avoiding direct eye contact. “I might have gotten a bit up close and personal with Thomas in one of the sitting rooms outside.”

  Ayako widened her eyes, looking impressed. “Snap. I don’t usually go for the big ones, but I’m feeling mad FOMO over here. That dude is smoking.” She turned her head again, still trying to feel out if she was supposed to be happy for me or not. “How was it?”

  I lifted a shoulder and this time I did look at her. “I’d take his ass to Red Lobster.”

  Ayako almost sprayed her drink all over the table at the Lemonade reference, then cackled. “Oh my god, Camilo. How long have you been waiting for a chance to drop that one on me? So will there be a repeat? He seemed cool.”

  I shook my head at her suggestion, because, no. “Hell nah. Ayako, what the fuck am I going to do with a guy with enough money to drop thirty-grand on dinner? I’m a social worker! I can’t fuck with people like that. It would be a betrayal to the profession.”

  “Speak for yourself, shawty. I’d get down with a millionaire.”

  “You’re a disgrace to our guild.”

  “Whatever, Camilo. You always need to take everything to the extreme.” She pursed her lips then, clearly not done telling me about myself. “You’re too judgy sometimes, babe. Just because he’s rich doesn’t mean he’s an asshole.”

  I didn’t have the energy to get into an argument with Ayako about my bitchiness or anything else, so I just nodded and took another sip of my water. The thing with Thomas had gone from something impulsive and fun I did at a party, to incredibly intense and I was feeling out of sorts.

  I’d expected him to be this uptight, shy or hesitant rich dude, but instead he just rolled with it. He was such a filthy fucker too. Just thinking of how he ran his mouth while he grabbed my hair and rammed his cock down my throat was making me a little short of breath. But what really messed with my head was how tender and sweet he’d been afterwards.

  That kiss.

  Thomas was not at all what I’d expected. I’d wanted more the second we were done and that’s why I had to get out of there fast. A man like him just didn’t fit in my life.

  Ayako sighed at whatever face I was making.

  “Okay.” She raised her hands as if calling a truce. “We might want to call this night, babe. The champagne is making me verbally abrasive and you’ve already gotten off. I think it’s safe to say we’ve peaked.”

  Ayako’s superpower was diffusing my moodiness. I put my arm around her shoulder and nodded. “I think you’re onto something, Ms. Russell. Let’s blow this joint before we turn into pumpkins.”

  We stood up together and quickly made our way to the coat check after saying goodbye to the others at our table. I tr
ied not to give any weight to the fact that at the very last second I turned around to see Thomas watching me walk out of the room.

  Chapter Three

  Camilo

  “There’s my favorite gala buddy!”

  I grinned in response to Ayako’s enthusiastic hello as I walked into the office Monday morning.

  When I got to my desk I noticed a sticky note stuck to one of my desktop monitors. It was from our boss Melissa asking me to come see her as soon as I got in.

  Not sure what the unusual request was about I stopped back at Ayako’s in case she knew. “Hey, Melissa left me a note to go see her as soon as I got in. Do you know what it’s about?”

  She smiled big and then lifted a shoulder.

  “I don’t know exactly, but she did say it was potentially very good news.”

  I perked up at that, I could use some good news on this Monday. “Okay let me go see what’s up.”

  I went to the floor above ours to Melissa’s office, and popped my head in. She waved me in as soon as she saw me.

  “Hey, Camilo! I’ve got some great news for you. You better sit down though, because this is huge.”

  I sat down bemused. “Wow I’ve never seen you this happy, not even when Rita called to tell you she was pregnant.”

  She cackled like I’d said something hilarious. “I was too terrified about impending parenthood to be outwardly giddy. This, on the other hand, is literally a miracle.”

  “Okay, now you’re just teasing. Tell me,” I said, dying to know what had Melissa so damn happy.

  She was smiling so hard I could see her molars. “So, I got a call late Friday afternoon from a private donor who wants to give two million dollars over the next two years to the agency. They want most of it to go to our residential program.”

  The room tilted a little and I shook my head, because surely I’d heard wrong. I wasn’t even sure if I could come up with everything we could get done with that amount of money. We could renovate the Harlem shelter fully, and possibly do some updating on the other two safe houses.