He's The Goal

by Faith M Troyer

  “You were engaged?” I ask with surprise.

  “You sound shocked?”

  “That’s because I am. I never thought you were the type to settle down and get married.”

  “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Vada.”

  He’s right. I never took the time to get to know him because of my fears. Now is the time to change that. Now is the time to let him in, and I find myself cuddling against him now, getting closer and loving the feeling of his strong arms around me. I can’t help but wonder who the hell Josie was and why she would hurt such an incredible man as Max.

  “Josie came from a strict family. They were also very wealthy and looked down on my dad for having a drinking problem. They knew him for cashing in on a good thing when it presented itself to him, including women with money. He would date someone for a while, get her to support him, then when she found out the game Charlie was playing, remove and dump him. Her parents hated my guts and would have done anything to make it so that Josie and I would break up. She knew I was nothing like my dad, but her parents were relentless. Finally, all of their naggings put too much strain on our relationship, and we fought a lot. I worked my ass off to get a spot on the team to afford the condo, but I found Josie still taking her family’s side. It all came to a head a few months later, when her dad made up some bullshit lie that my “raging temper” got the best of me, and I hit Josie. I would never, in my life, hit a woman. Josie just stayed quiet. She refused to take my side and told me that it wasn’t worth the fight. I just needed to let her go, and we eventually broke up.”

  Just listening to Max’s story breaks my heart. How could I not see that he's just like me, walking around with a wall around his heart, stopping anyone from getting close and breaking it again?

  “You don’t have to pretend to be strong anymore, Max. I can be a soft place to land if you feel like falling apart. I won’t judge you.”

  His blue eyes search mine for something, maybe confirmation if this whole thing is real, or perhaps just a dream. I want to confirm to him that this is most definitely real, perhaps even more to myself.

  I sit up to face him and place myself in his lap and hold his face with both hands. Just yesterday, we were at each other's throats, and tonight, we’re literally on top of one another. I want to run my hands over his muscled arms and chest to make sure he’s real, but I’m afraid to move.

  “Kiss me again?” he asks in a breathy tone, and I swear my heart stops beating for a second as I watch him lean in.

  I allow my body to soften as I damn near liquify into his robust upper body once again. I feel Max’s big hands softly rub my lower back in slow, circular motions. My hips sway against him as he catches my mouth in a deep sensual kiss. Max’s fingers run through my hair, and he gently pulls my head to the side to lavish more kisses over my racing pulse.

  His hands feel a bit rough from playing hockey for so many years, but I can’t get enough of the calloused feeling of his thick fingers as Max runs his fingertips between the valley of my breasts, and I wonder what his tongue would feel like as it laps hungrily at my pussy.

  I feel one-hundred percent safe in Max’s arms, and I know he wouldn’t push me past my limits, although right now, I'm not sure I have any?

  “Undress me,” I whisper as I lean into his neck and lick the sensitive shell of his ear.

  His smell is intoxicating, and I want more. His focus is entirely on me, and I’ve never felt so special before this moment, with Max’s undivided attention solely on me and my body, which is just for him. Max brings his eyes up to meet mine, and he looks as if he’s drunk; his eyes shine with desire and are full of passion.

  I swallow hard and take a deep breath before reaching my hands underneath my shirt to unhook my bra. I’m grateful it’s strapless, so there are no straps to worry about and send it flying to the floor. Max takes a deep inhale as he watches while gravity takes them over slightly. They’re not perky by any means. I feel a little self-conscious as he takes them in through the material of my top, and I wonder if he’s comparing me to Bianca.

  “Arms up,” Max excitedly growls and tugs at the hem of my top.

  I swallow hard before lifting my arms high above my head and feel the silky material against my skin as he pulls it off me, and a primal growl escapes from his lips as he drinks in my full, naked chest.

  I sigh with excitement and allow my head to fall back as Max dives face-first into my warm flesh. His warm tongue licks and sucks at my taught, pink nipples, and I wince with both pain and pleasure the minute he nibbles them before quickly soothing the ache with more sucking. My entire body is alive with an energy that I’ve never before experienced. Feeling Max’s hard cock pushing against my inner thigh makes my head swim; it’s another head-spinning feeling.

  “Let’s go to my room,” I whisper as I gather handfuls of his thick dark hair into my hands, loving the silky feeling of it as it slides through my fingers. I swear I’m getting drunk off this man, and the low guttural moans sounding from his chest just make me wetter.

  I watch as Max takes one last lick from my right breast, leaving behind tiny tingles of pleasure in their wake that prick my skin like microscopic needles. Swallowing hard in an attempt to gather me and my shaky legs, I prepare to stand up, but Max notices my pursuit to flee from his lap and quickly pulls me to him, putting us nose-to-nose. I softly moan as he traces the tip of his hot tongue over my full bottom lip, swollen from kissing.

  “Let me carry you there.”

  “No, I’m too heavy,” I quickly reply with embarrassment.

  I know I shouldn’t be. I love my body and my soft curves, but for some reason, I’m getting stage fright as Max undresses me. And now Max wants to carry me to the bedroom?

  Still, the more Max looks into my eyes; he tells me that he can’t wait to taste me; it’s so primal it gives me goosebumps. His eyes tell me he wants to throw me over his shoulder like some sort of dirty caveman; every part of my being screams out for him to do so.

  He cocks an eyebrow at me, and his mouth curves into a grin, and he knows that is my Kryptonite. Max gently presses a massive hand to my stomach, trails it down to my zipper, slowly pulls it down, and slips his hand into my panties.

  I passionately moan as he plays with the elastic hem at the top, so close to where I need him most. My eyes flutter closed as he continues his conquest of my pussy, and my mouth waters with anticipation, the closer he gets. I spread my legs a little wider across his parted lap and begin to grind against his erection. Max hisses through his teeth as his hands fly to my hips to keep me steady, holding me still on either side. I’m so fucking breathless and becoming too desperate with need, and I think I just might spontaneously combust there in Max’s lap, leaving behind nothing but traces of my black lace underwear and bodily fluids.

  “You have no idea the things that I want to do to you right now, Vada, and I can only do so while we’re in your bed; please let me carry you there.” His breath travels in hot puffs over my racing pulse.

  “Okay,” I say and find my arms are securing themselves around his neck as Max picks me up effortlessly.

  An audible gasp flies from my lips as he stands; I giggle and wrap my legs around his trim waist. But suddenly, I feel a sense of dread wash over me, and as we walk to the bedroom, Max’s eyes lock on mine, and my mouth goes dry. I’m not as experienced as he is. I’m still the proud owner of my shiny and remarkably intact virginity.

  A small sweat breaks out around my hairline, and I want nothing more than to get off of this ride and fast. The color drains from my face as I try to think of a way to tell Max this isn’t a good time, but my vagina says otherwise; little whore.

  It seems I just gave my heart away with no thought at all because somehow I know he'll keep it safe, and yet I'm scared to give my body to him.

  “Am I pushing too far? We can stop, Vada. Just say the word.”

  My thighs shake from around his waist as I picture him placing my legs over his sho
ulders as he goes down on me, and quickly I quickly shake my head in response. I always thought about what my first time might be like, and on many occasions, I pictured it being with Max. Good things do come to those who wait, and I think it's safe to say that I'm going to come! He guides a warm hand across the small of my back and kisses my forehead, which has gotten me feeling as if I’m on cloud fucking nine.

  “Keep going. I need more of you, Max.”

  Once we enter my bedroom, he slowly lays me down on my back and proceeds to pull his t-shirt over his head, and my eyes drink in his tight, muscular body. He’s tan and barely has any body hair, except for a little just over his hard pecs. His trim waist leads down to a perfect V, and I can see his erection pushing against the tight denim cage of his jeans. I’m so desperate to see Maxwell fully naked and to lick, touch, and suck every part of his delicious body.

  Breathing heavily, he takes a few steps towards me, and I slowly rise to my knees, where he pulls me into his embrace and begins to push my jeans past my hips, relishing kisses over my collar bones and breasts, savoring every second.

  I assist him and do a quick wiggle, and his eyes go quickly to my undergarments, and I’m blushing all over again.

  “If I had known this was going to happen, I would have worn blue lace,” I say, in a breathy tone, as I let Max take over.

  His eyes are dark, hungry, and shark-like. He’s found his prey, and now he intends on feasting.

  “So, you’re completely new to this? Not even a little foreplay?”

  I see the question in his eyes, and I can tell Max is hoping that I say no.

  “Nope. Never. I mean, I’ve made out with a few of my past boyfriends. But nothing more than that. And yes, I’ve played with toys, and I have a couple.” My face burns with embarrassment as I avoid Max’s eyes.

  When I finally look at him, though, his eyes are glaze over with need as his breaths begin to accelerate. Max’s palm cups my chin in his hands and leans down to kiss my lips gently, but I can tell he’s about to burst.

  “Let’s start slow, okay? And you have toys? Maybe we can explore that a little further in the future?” Max says sweetly in between kisses, and I laugh softly, nodding my head.

  Max is the only one I’ve ever let touch me like this. Aside from some makeout sessions with a few previous dates, this is as far as I’ve ever gone, and it has never felt so right. He takes one pant leg, pulling slowly, and switches to the other until I’m only in my panties. I feel a sense of vulnerability, mixed with a sexiness that captivates me like nothing else.

  Max crawls on the bed next to me, kneeling to meet my chest, and I watch as he dips his head to give each breast a lick before he kisses a trail down between the valley of my chest.

  Feeling his facial hair against my skin sends shivers up my spine, and I’m craving for more. Max nuzzles his nose against my belly button before nipping at the soft skin there. Continuing further, he takes a small detour and nibbles at my inner thigh, which causes me to gasp, softly sighing in response. He takes his time exploring me, scattering more affectionate nips, licks and bites in a few new places before I feel his fingers pull away from the fabric between my legs as he pushes his tongue in between my hot, wet folds.

  Fireworks explode behind my eyes as a warm, delicious feeling of pleasure floods my senses as Max laps at my soaking wet center; he’s eating me as if he’s a starving man, and I can’t get enough of him. I push my hips up and grind my wet slit against his mouth, and I nearly fall to pieces. I feel Max’s warm hands cup my naked ass, squeezing each cheek, diving further as he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks. My eyes roll somewhere in the back of my head as my entire body goes limp.

  Max growls low from between my thighs as he continues his assault on my wet mound, and hearing his little grunts of pleasure as he enjoys me is more than I can take, and I keep coming for him. My body shakes like a leaf. The more attention he lavishes on me, my more my mind swims from the intense pleasure.

  Max makes me climax more than I’ve ever come on my own, and that was with one of the top-of-the-line sex toys I bought for over one-hundred dollars at some sex toy party a few years ago. But this is Maxwell Vahn, the sexiest motherfucker on the planet, and his hands, fingers, and mouth are all over and inside of me at the moment, and I wouldn’t want him anywhere else.

  Toys can’t offer me what he has! Stuff like his clean scent of aftershave and citrus shampoo that makes my mouth water. Max begins to slow down his pace before giving me one last long lick between my folds before coming up for air.

  My eyes are glazed over with a love-drunk haze that I hope never goes away, and a smile slowly grows on either side of my lips as I lay there completely sated.

  Max deeply sighs as he takes in my naked body, having done away with my panties that are now somewhere on the other side of the room. Kneeling, he presses a warm hand to my stomach and directs those blue eyes to mine, pulling me into his warm embrace. I fit so perfectly, nestled into his side and laying my head on his chest.

  Max plants a kiss on the top of my head. His well-muscled pecs and biceps tighten around me and relax as he takes in a deep breath, exhaling. I have no words for this, for what this may be turning into, and it scares me. But I just know, whatever this is, I don’t ever want it to stop.

  Spreading my fingers wide, I begin to gently glide my palms over the rock hard planes of Max’s chest and feel a shiver dancing up my spine. My eyes widen with pleasure as I watch goosebumps pebble his tan skin, and my mouth waters. Knowing that Max is taking pleasure from my hands alone is so alluring and sensual; it’s an exciting feeling. He licks his lips as his deep blue eyes zero in on my exposed breasts. Max reaches a handover, and cups the right one, then the left, softly pinching my sensitive nipples.

  My breathing is accelerating quickly as my hips roll in a circular motion against his dick, and I finally let go, loving the feel of Max’s breath falling over my chest, warm and sweet. He sits up halfway to meet my lips again as he takes me in a long, passionate kiss. At this moment, nothing else matters. It’s just him and I. We’re becoming one as I offer both my body and soul to him. I want Max in every way that you could desire a person.

  I’m falling, and I do not want to get back up.

  Vada

  October 24th

  It’s been a few weeks since Max and I gave in to our feelings and just let things fall naturally into place. Everything happens for a reason, and I don’t doubt that everything that happened was divine intervention so that Max and I would eventually see past each other’s flaws and see the good instead.

  We’ve been doing our best to help support each other and to make sure we’re building a strong foundation together as a couple. Max’s stopped talking to Bianca all together, and she’s not taking it very well. Monica thinks it’s hysterical, but I worry a little. Who knows what she’s truly capable of when little miss princess doesn't get her way. Max tells me not to worry about her and to just focus on working and school.

  It turns out he’s a damn good study partner, and I’m his loudest cheerleader. I come to all of his games when I can. Even though he has a large fan base, it’s nice to know that the woman you’re developing romantic feelings for is there in the stands, cheering you on to victory. We’re not exactly official yet, but Max is always dropping little hints about making me his.

  I just pulled up to my building after hanging out with Monica for a few hours. It’s been almost a week since I saw her last, and that’s a long time for us not to talk. We chatted over drinks, lots of food, and belly laughs over some of the things Max has done to win me over.

  I told Monica about the new addition to my toy collection that Max left for me on my bed a few days ago. I told him I wouldn’t have sex until I’m one-hundred percent sure I’m ready, and he respects that. I mean, he is a guy, and I’m sure he has this dream of seeing me “play” with one of the kinkier toys that I own, particularly the one he bought for me. It’s a clitoral stimulator that looks pretty com
plicated.

  I laughed to myself, remembering Monica’s face as I handed her the note attached to the gift.

  Dear Vada.

  I hope you can have some fun with this thing. If I were a girl, I’d be on cloud nine for sure. The woman in the store said this was a bestseller.

  It goes in you— well, I think you can figure it out.

  If you need some help with the more technical parts, let me know. I’d be more than happy to help. XoXo,

  Max.

  With all kidding aside, Max has been fantastic. He’s still his smart-ass self, but his more gentlemanly side has made an appearance, which is a welcoming gesture. Max never leaves the house without kissing my cheek or helping with the dishes. He doesn't make any more of the bolder moves unless I do, which have resulted in a few steamy makeout sessions on my bed. When things seem to go a little farther than I’d like, Max always restrains himself with impressive skill. Though he always ends up in his bedroom for an hour after. I can’t help but chuckle to myself, knowing that I’m giving the poor bastard the worst case of blue balls in history.

  The night he went down on me plays through my mind as I make my way up the stairs, and I feel light-headed. I want to give in so badly and let him devour me like he did the last time, leaving me wanting more. However, there lies the problem. I know I’ll want more than that, and I’m just not ready to go all the way just yet. I rub my thighs together in an attempt to relieve the ache that’s building there and think I just may use that brand new toy tonight after all.

  I smile to myself as I push my house key into the lock, letting the door swing open, and as I do, I hear a feminine female laugh. My ears burn as I pick up the sound, and my stomach twists with panic. Could that be Bianca? Is she back? Why would Max let her inside? Especially after all of that drama went down between her and Max.

  I suddenly don’t feel right being in my apartment. Feeling as if I’m a peeping Tom once again, I’m afraid I’m going to see something that I don’t want to see, and this time no amount of alcohol will help take the sting away.