He's The Goal

by Faith M Troyer

  “Holy shit, Vahn! Looking good! Vada will be blown away when she sees that ‘Callum Dempsey’ is escorting her to the Halloween party this evening.”

  I nod and run my tongue over my pointy fangs, specially made for tonight. Though I’m not going to lie, I feel a little weird. I’m only wearing a pair of distressed dark denim jeans, with chains hanging from the pockets and a leather jacket in which I’m entirely shirtless. I kind of feel like a douchebag suddenly, and not this badass vampire.

  I grunt in frustration and run a hand through my tousled hair, now having second thoughts.

  “Do I look like an asshole? What if no one knows who the fuck I am, and I end up looking dumb. Maybe I should just go as something else?” I say, but Monica gives me a fierce shake of her head, wagging her finger in the air as if to say, ‘Don’t even think about it!’

  Then that all too familiar lightbulb of inspiration lights her brown eyes, and she dashes from the room. I stand there looking confused until she rushes back into the room with her makeup bag and directs me toward the bed. Oh, hell, no! She’s not putting makeup on me; what the hell is she thinking?

  “No makeup, Monica!” I protest and back away until I feel the backs of my legs hit the bed. Her shoulders fall, and she pouts her full mouth; her soft brown eyes looking sad in an attempt to make me cave.

  Damn it! Vada wasn’t kidding when she said Monica had the sad, puppy eyes gig down.

  “I’m not putting a full face of makeup on you, jerk face! It’s just a little green base with some concealer to pale you out. Vampires don’t have a rosy complexion, Maxwell. I’ve read the ‘Stolen Thirst’ series too, and Callum looks completely human during the day, but at night, that’s when he turns into a rockstar vampire. That’s all a part of his character. You’re the hot rocker Callum. Just trust me, okay?”

  I sigh in defeat and plop back on the bed. For the next twenty minutes, Monica works her magic. Powdering my face and almost poking my fucking eyes out with her scary, pointy brushes. I swear those things are torture devices, but shit, what do I know?

  “I swear, every woman at this party will know who you are now, Max. The makeup just makes it look so much more believable! You look hot!”

  I snort a laugh and feel myself blushing. My eyes itch like a mother fucker, and I want nothing more than to rub them raw, but Monica slaps my hands away, forbidding me to touch them at all.

  “You’ll ruin the amazing job I just did, don’t touch.” I slip my hands in my pockets but wishing she’d turn around so I can have one swipe, but knowing that will result in a swift ass-kicking.

  “Can I join the party?” Vada asks from behind the door with a soft laugh, and my stomach twists with nervous excitement.

  Monica squeals loudly, making me almost go deaf in the process, and hops excitedly to the door. I shake my head, trying not to smile. I love Monica’s energy. I’m glad that she and Vada are so close; she’s good for her. Vada and I both agreed that we would keep each other’s costume a secret until we saw each other the day of the party, and I’m chomping at the fucking bit to see my girl all dressed up, hopefully in something sexy as hell.

  “Vada, I’d like for you to meet Callum Dempsey. I’ll leave you two alone,” Monica says the last part in a singsong manner, as she leads her into the room by the hand.

  Letting Monica put all that shit on my face was worth the twenty minutes of torture because Vada’s expression is genuinely priceless.

  She gasps and cups her mouth with both hands; the best part, though? Her cheeks are flushing that adorable pink that gets me harder than a fucking rock every time. As the door clicks shut, I take in the beautiful woman in front of me. Hot damn, she looks good. Wow. My eyes zero in on the corset she’s wearing, hugging her already small waist, now making it look tiny in comparison to her full hips and round ass.

  As soon as the blood stops rushing to my other head, I realize that Vada is going as a sexy nurse. A sexy fucking nurse, and my mouth waters at the thought of what she’s wearing underneath that fluffy white tutu.

  “Oh my god, Max! Look at you! You’re my Callum,” she says and lets a small, girly giggle escape her lips as she walks over to get a closer look.

  “Look at me? Baby, look at you! Hellloooo, nurse,” I say, meeting her eyes and biting my bottom lip.

  Vada lights up when she sees my fangs, and I swear that fireworks explode behind her eyes. Oh hell yeah, she wants me. I take her hand and bring it up to my lips, planting a soft kiss on the back of her hand. I can feel Vada shutter from under my touch, making me want to take her right there on the bed. I swallow hard, watching the swell of her full breasts move gingerly with an erratic breath.

  “Too bad we have to go to this party because I could snack on you all night long,” I say in my best Irish accent, and praying that I don’t butcher it in the process.

  My lips graze the sensitive shell of Vada’s ear, and a gentle moan falls from her lips. Damn it. She’s making this hard as hell right now. A low whine sound from low in her throat as she tilts her head to the side, offering me a taste of her sweet flesh, and it looks like being Callum Dempsey is paying off after all.

  “Feed from me,” Vada says, as she gathers all of her dark curls to the side of her shapely shoulder, closing her eyes.

  Don’t mind if I do.

  I growl low in my throat, sounding raw and full of gravel, pulling her closer to me a little more roughly than we’re both used to, but telling from the sexy grunt of urgency, Vada doesn't mind a bit. I run the tip of my warm tongue across her pulse point, feeling her skin pebble with goosebumps, and drop a hand lower to her ass and squeeze. Her body jolts against mine as she bucks her hips into my groin, and I damn near explode.

  “Are you wet for me, naughty girl?” I whisper against her smooth tendrils.

  Instead of responding vocally, Vada takes my hand, guiding it past her tutu’s elastic band and straight into her red lace panties. We both groan with need as our eyes become hooded with lust. Heavily breathing, she continues to grind her hips against my hand, where she needs it most.

  I love to see Vada fall apart in front of me; watching her let go of being in control and giving someone else access to the driver’s seat is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Her mouth drops open, and those gorgeous hazel eyes roll back as she comes around my fingers, and it’s no secret that I’m pitching a tent right now. I want nothing more than to be inside of her right now, but that’s solely Vada’s decision when, where, and how that will happen.

  I sigh deeply and watch her shake with pleasure, burying her face into my chest as she moans into my jacket.

  Vada

  Holy shit. Max has magic hands because every time they’re near my fucking vagina, my spine turns into a noodle from coming so hard. He holds me against him, breathless and exhausted. All I want to do now is cuddle next to him and fall asleep.

  I look up at Maxwell from under hooded, lust-filled eyes and see the sex haze hasn’t left his yet either. He smiles and kisses my forehead, which always makes my heart flutter with pure happiness. Helping me stand, Max and I sneak off to the bathroom and clean me up before heading out to the Miami Ballroom downtown, where the party is taking place. He runs a warm washcloth across my inner thighs and between my folds but pauses and presses a kiss on my still, very wet center.

  Holy fuck. If Maxwell begins part two, we won’t be going anywhere tonight, and I just might be losing my virginity a little sooner than I thought.

  “Don’t start something you can’t finish, cowboy.”

  “Don’t tempt me with a good time, baby. I’m always up for a challenge, and believe me. Maxwell always finishes what he starts.”

  My body hums with pleasure at his words. I smile and shake my head, coming to a standing position, pulling my panties back on.

  “Tonight, it’s an all you can eat buffet, and after, you just might get more than you bargained for,” I say softly and grab Max’s stiff erection, rubbing him gently with my palm.

/>   His breath accelerates as I drop to my knees and begin to unbutton his jeans. My heart is in my throat, and my head is spinning. I feel like such a selfish lover when Max is spending time in my private area, and he doesn't get the same treatment. I don’t know why I’m so nervous about going down on him, and it’s not like I’ve never seen his dick before.

  I take a deep breath, exhale slowly before unzipping his jeans, take Max’s hard cock from his jeans, and begin stroking him. His hips buck against my shoulders, trying to hold himself back by steadying himself against the frosty glass of the shower door.

  “Fuck, Vada. I’ve dreamed of seeing you like this. You look so good, baby.”

  I feel myself blushing again. Max caresses my cheeks with his open palm, his other hand gliding through my long hair as he gently cups a hand full of it just at the nape of my neck. I suck air through my teeth as I watch his erection pulse with need, just for me. I’m so needy right now; the evidence is flooding the delicate lace of my panties, and I want so badly not only to have him in my mouth but inside of my body. I swallow hard before fixing my lips around the tip of his head and giving Max one long lick, just at the base of his thick cock. I feel his body shutter with greed as his grip tightens on the back of my neck.

  Thoughts of being dominated run through my mind like naughty secrets that bed to be revealed. A long moan rips its way from my mouth, and Max fights to restrain himself from going primal caveman and fucking me right here on the bathroom floor.

  My body shakes with nervousness, but also an erotic sensation that I’ve never felt before. I’m giving my first blow job in my bathroom, where my best friend is standing less than twenty feet away. The possibility of getting caught is hot, and I’ve never felt so turned on before this moment.

  I wrap my fingers around his shaft and pump my hand slowly at first, but pick up the pace as I begin to suck him a little harder, pulling in the air between my cheeks as I do, causing Max to go weak in the knees.

  With my free hand, I reach around and cup his naked ass and squeeze. The man has some fantastic, very firm assets, and did I mention full? He throws his head back, grinding his hips against my mouth as I bob my head a little faster, allowing my hand to assist me in stroking him. Max’s fingers tangle deliciously in my hair and begin to pull just as I find his balls, giving them some much-needed attention.

  I honestly have no clue what I’m doing. I’m just going with what feels natural and reading Max’s body language and cues. Feeling his hands slide on either side of my jaw, Max softly begins to guide my moments, taking him further into my mouth until I can almost feel him touching the back of my throat. I gasp, then start to choke. The poor guy nearly jumps out of his skin as he slides out of my mouth and attempts to pull me up.

  Still, I shake my head, managing a smile, and wiping my mouth, looking up at him with love drunk eyes. I go back for more, and this time I know what to expect. Finding my rhythm again, I ease his member back into my mouth, loving how all of my senses are exploding like fireworks.

  “I’m close, Vada. Fuck.”

  Max’s words encourage me to keep going, even though my jaw is fucking killing me. How does a person do this on the regular? Don’t get me wrong; I love Max’s sexy reactions to my touch and hidden talents to give head so well, but my mouth and jaw are screaming uncle.

  Relief is in sight when I feel Max’s hips jerk against my shoulders. His dick hardens and pulses inside of my mouth, and he finally fills me with a thick stream of warm juice as it shoots the back of my throat. My brain skips like a record, and I feel the need to panic. Still, I press on and do my best to draw out every drop he has to give. He groans low and deep, with a feral sound that makes my nipples pebble. His massive frame shakes from intense pleasure before finishing him off.

  “Vada,” Max whispers deeply into the small confined space that we’re stuck in together.

  I smile against his soft, warm flesh, my tongue still wrapped around his sensitive head. He grunts, and an aftershock of pleasure shoots through him, which gives me goosebumps.

  “What are you two doing in there?”

  My eyes nearly pop out of my head as I hear Monica’s voice on the other side of the door. Max stiffens from underneath my touch and quickly helps me to a standing position. I clap a hand over my mouth, fighting a belly laugh. Max manages to stay calm.

  “Oh yeah, we’re fine, Monica. Vada and I got a little distracted, but we’re planning on hitting the road shortly.”

  I lean my head against his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist and stifling a chuckle.

  “Okay! Sounds good, and Vada, when you finish sucking Max’s cock, could you help me straighten the back of my hair? It’s still a little lumpy.”

  My face blushes a bright red, hearing Monica’s footsteps retreat off into the distance. On the other hand, Max looks proud as he tilts my chin upward to meet his eyes.

  “I think you sucked the soul from my body. I’d like to have it back if you don’t mind?’

  Max is such a tease.

  I playfully slap his chest with the palm of my hand but can’t hide the smile that plays across my lips. I can’t believe the way this man makes me feel when I’m with him.

  Max pulls me into a warm embrace, planting a kiss on the crown of my head.

  Max

  Vada damn near made me come the minute her knees hit the floor, even before she took me into her mouth. Watching her explore and become sexually liberated right there in that tiny bathroom was one of the best experiences of my life, and I’ll always remember that.

  For never giving head before, Vada blew my fucking mind. My dick is still throbbing with the unshed need to be balls deep inside of her, but I know she’s not ready for that yet, and there is no way I’ll push her before she gives the green light.

  Monica took her car to the ballroom while Vada rode with me in the Audi. I can’t get enough of her in that sexy nurse costume and keep stealing glances her way. I know she’s caught me a few times, licking my lips and wishing for a taste. Then she drops a heartbreaking bomb on me, making my chest ache.

  “Are you sure I look okay? I mean, I don’t exactly have the body of a supermodel. Half of my ass is hanging out of this tutu; I’m just a little self-conscious right now. Maybe I should change?”

  I’m trying to keep focused on the road, but Vada’s words are like razors to my heart. I can’t stand to hear her tear herself down like that. Without looking away from the road ahead, I blindly search for her hand and squeeze it lovingly. She takes a deep inhale and lets out slow through her nostrils.

  Vada doesn't act like she’s insecure about anything. She’s got the most confidence I’ve ever seen in a woman, and that’s one of the things that attracts me to her most.

  She’s human, and like anyone else, she’s got her uncertainties and self-doubt about things that make her uncomfortable. I want to show Vada that she inspires fantasies, a woman with curves that beg to be touched and worshiped.

  I bring her hand up to my lips and kiss each of her fingers.

  “When I saw you tonight, Vada, I was mesmerized. I’m not exaggerating or blowing smoke up that perfect ass of yours. You’re perfect in my eyes.”

  Vada snorts an adorable laugh, throwing her head back against the headrest. The musical sound of her giggles fill the car, and I decide right there that I can’t live without this woman, or nor would I ever want to.

  “You look so gorgeous, and I’m sure I’m going to have to fight off every asshole there who’s going to want to dance with you.”

  She looks at me, and I steal a glance in her direction, and she mouths, ‘thank you.’

  We keep driving on the highway for about ten more minutes before we pull into a large blacktop parking lot, seeing a gorgeous stone structure come into view.

  “Is this it?” Vada asks curiosity, lacing her voice, and she quickly rolls down the window to get a better look.

  Inside the Miami-Ballroom is the annual Leopards Halloween party that�
��s thrown every year. It’s enormous and screams money. The three-story building resembles a church with its cathedral architecture and stained glass windows; it's simply breathtaking. A red velvet rope secures the front entrance, where a large man in a black t-shirt checks the names of guests off from his clipboard and lets them pass the velvet rope once cleared.

  I bustle around to the passenger’s side door and open the door for Vada. She looks so excited; she practically floats at my side with anticipation as we go to the front check-in. I wrap my arm around her waist, loving the sweet way she melts to my touch.

  “I’m Maxwell Vahn, Goalie, and this is my girlfriend, Vada. She’s on the list too.”

  Vada jerks her head in my direction, and now I’m worried. Shit. Should I have taken such a giant leap? Was it too soon? We mess around, kiss, hug, and cuddle all the time, but we haven’t discussed our ‘status’ as a couple yet. Though when the shock in her hazel eyes quickly melts away into a look, I can only describe as ‘love-struck,’ I begin to relax. She laces her fingers with mine, leaning her head on my shoulder.

  “Hey, you’re the guy from Night Beats,” the bodyguard says, scanning the paper for our names. No wonder he looked familiar. He’s the same guy, the big fucker who could have eaten me for mid brunch; forget breakfast.

  I don’t intimidate easily, but damn.

  I nod and shake the bodyguard’s hand and watch my hand disappear into his colossal mitt. He looks at Vada, and a gentle smile crosses his face as he stamps her hand with a purple ‘guest’ stamp, then returns the smile to me and raises a brow. Vada looks over her shoulder and flashes me one of her most devastating smiles, and I give her the okay to go inside.

  “I’ll be there in a minute, baby.” She blushes again, and that’s why I enjoy calling her baby and seeing that sweet pink flush on her gorgeous face.

  I stand there and watch as she links up with Monica, who’s running through the parking lot. I can’t help but let out a small laugh as her tail bonuses against her ass as she runs.