He's The Goal

by Faith M Troyer

  Here’s to the start of our first vacation!

  Vada

  Max shocked the hell out of me yesterday with a surprise vacation to the Florida Keys. He’s been outstanding this past month and a half since we’ve got to know each other better. Though this was the last thing I was expecting, I couldn’t be more excited! I’ve lived in Florida my entire life, but I’ve never got to see the Keys. Don’t get me wrong, Miami is gorgeous, and it’s spring break every weekend when you’re a local. Still, there is something about getting away from your routine and getting to experience the little piece of heaven on earth known as Key West.

  Max and I walk into the restaurant, the gas station attendant suggested; a small surf and turf place on the water. The smells of garlic, fried onions, and tequila hang in the air, making my mouth water.

  A woman about my age with shoulder-length, strawberry blonde hair wearing a white t-shirt, with the words; Ed’s Surf and Turf, Key West, leads us to a round oak table overlooking the crystal blue waters of The Gulf and The Atlantic.

  Happily, I sigh deeply, taking in all of the gorgeous scenery around us. The restaurant's setting is beautiful, with about five or six tables arranged on a large wraparound porch. Wind chimes hang from the stained glass windows of the main dining room, which are open. I smile, hearing the tinkling of wine glasses and a chorus of laughter from a few patrons inside. Pushing my hand across the table, my hand finds Max’s right away, and we entangle our fingers together. My heart almost stops as that panty-melting smile of his makes an appearance; his thumb rubs the backside of my hand sweetly.

  “So the Keys are made up of six islands that comprise this little village called “Islamorada. It’s so amazing! We can do all kinds of things there, including snorkeling, riding horseback near the ocean. Shit, we can swim with dolphins if we want to, and that’s where I booked our Airbnb for the weekend. I have a few other things up my sleeve as well, but those are surprises.”

  I swallow hard. Oh my god. What “surprises” does Max have up that sneaky sleeve of his, exactly? My eyes flicker over Max’s large, masculine body, and I can’t wait to see him shirtless, or better yet, naked. I fight a smile, feeling my cheek grow hot as he squeezes my fingers, trying to get me to spill. Shit, he’s the one with all surprises; after all, he’s the one who needs to do the spilling.

  “What are you thinking about, dirty girl?” he asks, his charming eyes masked with a naughty spark of comedic energy that I love.

  I raise an eyebrow and narrow my eyes to his package, and wink.

  “Hello guys, welcome to Ed’s Surf and Turf Key West! What can I get you two for a drink?” The waitress asks as she appears out of nowhere.

  My cheeks turn a darker shade of pink. I’m glad that I didn’t answer Max’s question when she appeared at the table because that would have been all kinds of awkward. After the waitress brings me two lime margaritas, and Max polishes off his second beer, our entrees arrive. The waitress is a sweetie, reminding me of Monica with her long dark hair and pretty brown eyes. She leans down and sets my plate of steak and jumbo shrimp in front of me, and my stomach gurgles with excitement.

  The sunflower seeds that Max bought for me at the gas station were yummy, but I was beginning to get hungry again by the time we reached Marathon. My eyes almost roll in the back of my head as I take the first bite of my steak, swirling the second bite around in the steak sauce I just poured near the colossal pile of shrimp. Max ordered a lobster, corn on the cob, and potato salad. We’re quiet for a beat as we dig into our meals. The food is out of this world, and I can’t help but dance as I eat. Max notices me as I do a little shimmy, shake combo as I spear a shrimp with my fork and dip it in the butter. He chuckles and takes a drink of his ice water.

  “Fuck off, Vahn. This shrimp is the tits,” I say, grabbing another shrimp, feeling my toes curl as the tastes of the grill and salty butter intermingle on my tongue.

  “Tits, huh?” he asks, licking his lips as those dark blue eyes stare at my chest.

  I chose a low cut tank top, putting the girls on display. The bathing suit Max bought for me is a two-piece, which isn’t usually something I’d typically buy for myself, peeks out from underneath the thin straps of my shirt.

  Butter drips down my bottom lip as I look at him, and try as I might, chewing a mouth full of shrimp isn’t sexy. I swallow softly, and Max leans forward over the table to dab at the butter with his thumb. I swear, if we weren’t in a public place right now, I would suck more than just his finger into my mouth. The conversation around dies down as it seems the neighboring tables look to see what Max is doing, and I blush like crazy.

  “I’m all done,” I say, pushing my plate away, coming to a standing position.

  Max nods, silently agreeing but still smiling. Cheeky bastard. He leaves a twenty-dollar tip on the table for our waitress, and we walk back to our car hand in hand with styrofoam containers for leftovers later.

  Max won’t tell me what the Airbnb looks like or where it is. He knows that I’d find the location online. It takes us another half hour to drive from Marathon to Islamorada. Blue skies, crystal clear water, and massive palm trees fly by through my open window.

  “Stand up, baby. I just opened the sunroof,” Max says.

  This man is so close to perfect; it’s scary. I squeal as I unbuckle my seatbelt and pop through. Taking my hair down from the neat braid it has been in all day, I allow the wind to mess it up and for the sun to kiss my cheeks. I’m laughing so loud, I’m sure the people on the island think I’m a nutjob, but I don’t care.

  I squeeze my eyes shut, leaning my head back with my arms stretched wide. I haven't been this carefree in a long time, and I owe it all to Maxwell. He’s brought me out of my shell and made me see the world in a whole new light.

  We drive for another fifteen minutes before Max pulls up to a large, two-story house. I drop back into the seat, plopping next to Max as I gasp and clap a hand over my mouth. The seafoam green siding is impeccable, not a speck of dirt anywhere. The French doors to the entrance are beautiful. The frosted glass adds a bit of mystery to the house, which I love. The yard is perfect. The grass is so green and lush, and I can’t wait to walk barefoot through it later.

  “Oh my god, Max! This place is perfect!” I say, leaning over and kissing his stubbled cheek.

  “The man from the company told us there would be a host here to meet us, give us the key and show us around.”

  I wrap my arms around his big shoulders. Inhaling the musky smell of his cologne, I sigh and feel that familiar feeling of butterflies filling my stomach again. Max rubs my lower back; his lips graze my jawline.

  “There is a master suite too, with a rather large bed,” he whispers into my ear, and I giggle softly. He takes my hand, putting it on his growing erection, and my breath hitches in my lungs.

  “Hello there!” calls a voice from across the yard, and Max and I both whip our heads to the side, feeling like two guilty teenagers who just got caught making out in the driveway.

  Poor Max inhales sharply and releases it through his nostrils like some angry dragon. I cup my hand over my mouth, trying not to laugh. He’s been trying to score since the restaurant, and we keep getting interrupted.

  Max directs his eyes at me, then raises a brow, mouthing.

  You wait, dirty girl. That pussy is mine.

  My cheeks explode with more color, making my insides stir with excitement.

  “Hello there, I take it you’re our weekend renters,” a tall man with shaggy blonde hair says, as he stands a reasonable distance from the car.

  Max and I exit his Audi with our to-go boxes from lunch. My head is still swimming from his comment. Max extends a large hand to the host from the Airbnb company sent to show us around. I take a look closer and see his name tag that reads; Ben in bold print and reach my hand out to introduce myself.

  As he takes us inside, my mind spins; I’ve never stayed in a place this beautiful. The marble floors shine with luxury and charm
. The large windows in the living room offer a beautiful view of the Chinese fan palms lining the yard outside. I look behind me to see a varnished oak staircase, watching as it spirals around the corner and up to the second story.

  I clap my hands in excitement and nearly jump into Max’s arms.

  “I take it you like the place, then?” Ben asks, his smile sincere.

  Ben takes Max and me on tour through the rest of the house, and it just keeps getting better. I understand that it’s just a rental and that all of this will end in only three short days, but I’m so excited to have some alone time with just Max and myself in a luxury, private location. Max takes our food and puts it into the fridge before Ben can finish the tour.

  “And of course, we have last, but certainly not least, the pool and hot tub,” Ben says, taking us back through the house and up the stairs. We walk down a long hallway, with fancy artwork on the walls.

  Ben leads us to the right, and we walk into the huge master suite. We come to another set of frosted French doors and onto the back patio. My jaw drops as I see a big table that seats about ten, complete with luxury lounge chairs. Four more pool recliners sit opposite each other, adjacent to the rectangular pool. I see the hot tub built into the pool, and I let out a low whistle. I’ve never seen a swimming pool on the second floor before. The all-glass enclosure on all sides looks impressive and so beautiful.

  This house is the fanciest place I’ve ever seen. I see Max signing the final paperwork and Ben handing him the keys; I can’t help but smile. Feeling like a little kid, I want nothing more than to do a cannonball straight into the deep end and relax in the sun for the rest of the day.

  I’m sure Max has other ideas, and my brain begins to churn with thoughts of what those “surprises” he mentioned earlier could be.

  I look over my shoulder, expecting to find my boyfriend, there is absolutely no trace of him. Did he run back downstairs for something? I shield my eyes from the sun, scoping the backyard’s vast area from below, but it’s all gated back here. Did he jump the fence or go back inside?

  “Gotcha,” I hear a low, masculine voice say from behind me, a pair of strong arms wrapping around my waist as we both fall sideways into the heated pool.

  Holding on tight to a pair of broad shoulders, I tip my head back to see the afternoon sun casting a spotlight on the surface of the water. My ears pop a little as they adjust to the pressure of being submerged, and instead of attempting to open my eyes, I lean forward and kiss the lips of the man I knew who is responsible for this. Max’s arms loop around me as he pushes his body upward, propelling us back to the surface. I gasp for air as soon as we emerge, playfully slapping his shoulder.

  “Jackass, you got me all wet.”

  “Already?” he asks, with a cocky grin on his smug face.

  Max

  I pushed Vada into the pool for two reasons; One, I'm a dick, Two, the need to see her sopping wet was real. She was a good sport about the whole thing.

  Once inside, I peel off my wet clothes and set them over the bamboo shower rod, and see that she’s just about ready to step inside. The master suite has a bathroom attached, with a full shower enclosure and clawfoot, cast iron bathtub. Grabbing a towel from the large shelf in the corner, I begin to wipe myself off.

  Vada looks over one tan shoulder, eyeing my muscles with hungry eyes, grabbing my full attention.

  The white towel she has wrapped around her curvy body is a lucky son of a bitch; getting to be so close to her smooth skin, it’s just where I need to be. I come closer, pulling at the soft material, but Vada shakes her head no and pushes me backward out of the door. She winks at me and drops the towel just before shutting the fucking door.

  I growl hungrily, having half a mind to charge in there and fuck her in the shower.

  After we first became intimate, she mentioned that she likes the thought of being dominated and would like for me to take control.

  Damn. What man in his right mind would turn that down?

  However, I push any need to bust the door down away and decide to service myself. Vada shooed me out, so I’ll respect her wishes. I smile, seeing Vada’s hot pink suitcase near the door. Leaning down to unzip the side pocket, my hand dives inside to grab a pair of her panties, and I happen to find the blue lace pair, my favorite.

  Taking my place on the large, four-poster bed canopy bed, I reach down to stroke my cock. The thought of my gorgeous girl in that dark purple bikini makes me harder. The swell of her perfect breasts as they sit high in the pushup style top, making me want to drown myself in her soft flesh. I glide my palm over the shaft, letting my head fall slack against the pillow, groaning.

  “Well, now, what do we have here?” Vada asks as she leans up against the wall.

  My eyes snap open to see Vada, watching me, the same towel wrapped around her body as from before. She has her hair in a loose bun on her head, but the mouth-watering smell of cucumber melon body wash mingles in the air. I feel exposed as Vada’s hazel eyes travel down my body as if she’s eating me up like a piece of cake.

  Swallowing hard, my hand drifts to the head of my cock, and I rub the swollen tip with the pad of my thumb. She licks her full lips and lets the towel drop, collecting around her feet.

  Extending a finger, I make a “come hither” motion, and she obeys with a word, walking over with a confident stride; Vada climbs on top, her thighs hugging each of my hips as she dips her head down for a kiss. I lick her bottom lip before diving inside, kissing her deeply, and letting my hands venture where they may.

  Vada reaches down between us and grabs my dick, stroking me a little. Her eyes connect with mine as she whimpers softly, and I watch as she plays with her clit. My stare grows hungry, dark, and shark-like as I take in the view of my angel pleasuring herself. She takes my fingers, guiding them between her lips, showing me how wet she is already. I take my shaft and slowly rub it against Vada’s warm entrance before she slides down with a moan.

  Vada lustfully groans as I grind my hips from underneath her, opening her up to my cock. I smile and cup her hips and begin to slowly move inside of her, filling her with every inch.

  “Feel good, baby?” I ask, my nose brushing Vada’s smooth, shapely shoulder.

  She nods her head in response, attempting to speak, but only inpatient breaths spill from her mouth as they turn into heavy pants the more she rocks against me. Vada’s soft tendrils of auburn hair fall into my face and tickle my cheek. Feeling her walls gripping my erection, I groan pleasurably deep, loving how hot and wet she is for me.

  I concentrate on not coming as I stare into her eyes, guiding Vada’s hips to my rhythm. She steadies her palms on my chest for more leverage. She’s so aroused right now, the intense pleasure of our bodies coming together as we make love. Vada snaps her head back, her eyes flutter open in pure agonizing joy, and the carnal musk of sex lingers in the air as I venture further inside of her.

  “You’re beautiful, baby,” I say, my mouth turning up into a half-grin, almost drunk with bliss.

  Our thick moans fill the room now as Vada leans her head back, running her hands through her hair. My eyes focus on her breasts as they bounce with vigor. She arches the delicate small of her back and thrusts a little deeper onto my cock. Breathless, I slip my erection from her wetness and slowly slid back in. She catches my rhythm; Up, down. Up, down. Until Vada is awash with so much anticipation, I think she might burst.

  “Oh my god,” Vada whimpers before pressing her lips to mine.

  We’re nose to nose, now as I continue to guide her hips, my hands groping and playing with her fleshy mounds. I groan a low growl as I watch my woman enjoying herself. Lovingly, I brush her pink cheek with the pad of my thumb, and Vada leans into my palm. She intently stares into my eyes with emotional intention; her soft lips gently part, and she delicately sighs as I push deeper inside in an attempt to find the sweet spot that will send her into hyperspace.

  I lean up, holding her fast to my upper body, and roll over so
I’m on top, pushing Vada’s hands above her head and keeping them there. I kiss her neck wildly, not skipping a beat. She opens her legs a little more as I reach down and rub her clit with my thumb, making her body shake as I pump, groaning loudly. Our moans of pleasure mingle together around the room until finally, I feel Vada’s orgasm building to its epic peak, coming like bolts of lightning, strong and electric.

  Finally, she breaks like rain and floods the sheets. Her mouth, fixed in a perfect O shape, releasing deep guttural moans; her hips buck against me as I ravish her, my thick cock pleasuring Vada’s needy body.

  “Vada,” I whisper against her cheek, my lips grazing the velvety texture as I milk pleasure from her body, feeling my orgasm beginning to build. Her nails dig into my skin and scape slowly and deliciously down my back. I shake, grunting low in Vada’s neck. I come hard, and Vada encourages me further to stay deep within her, wrapping those thick, sexy thighs around my hips.

  Spent, I collapsed atop Vada’s body; heavily panting as I rested my head near the left side of her chest; listening to the busy but beautiful cadence of Vada’s heartbeat. Her arms lay draped over my back, her eyes closed against the bright light that cast through the blinds.

  “Hope I didn’t disappoint?” I ask; my voice is a little raspy from chanting her name so loudly into the universe.

  Vada grins lazily, her eyelids heavy with sleep. She sweeps a hand across my lower back, attempting to shift under my weight.

  “Not at all.” She whispers affectionately.

  I gently push myself away and lay next to my woman, loving the way she settles comfortably into my arms. We both fall asleep shortly after, and I wake up when I hear the phone. I left it on the nightstand, near the bed, before jumping into the pool with Vada so it wouldn’t get wet. Leaning up and trying not to wake her, I swipe the green arrow on the left-hand side of the screen, answering the call. Seeing that it’s a Florida number calling, it can only be one person.