Saturday, November 14, 2009

fifty-nine: game

Soundtrack Song - Jack's Mannequin, MFEO: Part 1 Made for Each Other and Part 2 You Can Breathe

"No. No, no, no! We are in your bed, comfy and naked. You can't leave, Max. You just can't go."

"Baby, I have a game tomorrow. And it's just one away game. I'll be back, and I can see you on Tuesday."

"No," she whines again, pushing me down on my back and then straddling me and sitting on my stomach. Then she pushes down on my shoulders, as if that's all it takes to get me to stay with her instead of getting up to pack for my flight to New York. All I can do, though, is stare at her tits. "You're not allowed. I don't allow you to leave."

I try to state my argument, plead my case, but her teeth nip at the skin on my neck and I forget whatever it was that I was going to say. I run my hands up her thighs, and I can feel her wetness on my stomach. I'm instantly hard, even though we've practically just finished having sex. It's a good thing I have a high endurance. Who needs to work out in a gym when you have a horny, insatiable woman in your bed?

I place my hands on her hips and push her farther down my body so I can enter her. And my dick slides into her so easily, because she's so wet and hot. It's like we fit perfectly together, like we were made for each other, and our bodies are magnets, drawn to the other and wanting to meet this way.

Charlotte throws her head back and puts her hands in her hair as she swivels her hips in figure eights instead of the typical in-and-out movement. It feels good as she surrounds all of me, using my erection to hit that spot makes her moan. I bet her eyes are rolling back in her head by the noises she's making.

I love watching her pleasure herself using my body, but I can't watch it for long before I want to join her in mind-blowing bliss. I dig my fingers into her hips and thrust up into her. The change in pace and action makes her gasp, and I continue to push up into her, over and over again.

"You.... Always.... Do this...." she says between my thrusts.

"What?"

"Take.... Over...."

"So?"

Charlotte grabs my hands from her hips and pins them to the bed. Or should I say, I let her think she pins them to the bed, because I could easily take control again. She grinds her pelvis against mine, leaning over me and whispering in a tease, "Don't you like what I do? Don't you like this?"

I like it. I like it very much, and that's why I can't just sit back and relax and enjoy it. It lights a fire underneath me until I can't take the teasing anymore. Until I need to take over and finish what we started. It's like running a race: you pace yourself at first because you know you have to go the distance. But once the tape is in sight, you turn on the jets and push yourself to get to the finish line by any means necessary.

"Don't you like what I do?" I ask back, rolling us over until I'm on top of her and my cock is fully pushed inside of her. "Don't you like this?"

She moans and wiggles her hips, trying to get me to move and stimulate her. "Yes," she hisses.

"But if you really don't like it, I'll stop," I tease, pulling out, even though I don't want to. Sex is a game, give and take, and a little sacrifice now will more than be made up for later.

"Ugh, no. Max," she groans. "Get back here." She reaches out, but I move just barely out of the way. "Maxime," she pleads.

I shake my head and try to stop the grin from spreading across my face. Charlotte pouts out her bottom lip and tries to make sad eyes at me. I'm just about to give in—because I can't take it anymore—but she beats me to the punch and gives up on me instead.

"Fine. Be that way," she taunts me. "Two can play at this."

She leans back against the bed and cups her breasts in her hands, biting her lip and looking at me. Her right hand trails down her stomach, and my breath catches in my throat as I watch her spread her folds apart. Her eyes close as she touches herself and hums. I know the sounds she makes in the heat of the moment, and I know from what she's emitting now that she's just teasing me, trying to torture me. It's not working, as long as I know this little show is for my benefit and not hers, and that she's just trying to coax me into giving in. But as soon as she starts taking short breaths and lets out an honest moan, I jump into action.

I move her hand away from herself, and her droopy eyes open as she watches me hover over her. "You're such a fucking tease," I say, reaching down and rubbing the head of my dick against her clit.

Charlotte bucks up against me. "You're the tease. Please, Maxime."

"Is this what you want?" I ask, adjusting myself so I'm right outside of her opening, and she can feel me there, waiting to enter her. "Tell me what you want."

"Goddamnit, Max! You talk entirely too much. Less conversation. More action."

"I'm not doing anything until you tell me what you want."

"You. In me. Now."

I laugh, desperate to oblige her, but not wanting to give in just yet. I move so my erection slides across her opening, but not entering her. Not yet. Again, Charlotte pushes her hips upward, begging me to end our little game. I press my palm against the bed beside her head and lean down over her, kissing that spot below her ear that drives her nuts. I can feel how wound up and how turned on she is, like it emanates off her body like radiation. And it permeates me, making me want her that much more. "Tell me what you want me to do to you," I say in a low voice.

She doesn't hesitate to answer me this time. "Fuck me, Max. I want you to fuck me."

Before she finishes her second sentence, I press my pelvis down and slip right into her, fulfilling her wishes and, in the process, mine.



"But why do you guys have to leave tonight?" she asks, sitting up in bed with the sheet draped across her to cover herself. It's a good thing she did that, or else I'd probably be back in bed with her instead of packing my bag.

"The team usually leaves the night before, so we can rest up before the morning skate. It's our routine."

"I hate to sound like a whiny bitch, but I wish you didn't have to go. I had a long weekend, and it was supposed to be a mini-vacation, but it was not at all what I wanted it to be. It was stressful and we didn't get to spend any quality time together. And, well, I miss you."

I look at her and laugh. She's absolutely right in that our weekend together went miserably. Fighting, stress, drama, and too many people interfering. But it wasn't all bad either. We exchanged I love yous. Had crazy hot angry sex, and then crazy hot regular sex like always. Well, I wouldn't just say it's regular. Every time it's amazing.

"We're flying back right after the game, then I have a two day break before our home game on Thursday. And then I'll be here for a full week. We can have lots of chances to spend quality time with each other. Besides, I have to go out and physically work for my paycheck," I laugh.

She groans and buries her face in her hands. "I still can't believe she said that to you. It's so uncouth! If I ever embarrassed her by saying something like that, you'd best believe she'd never let me live it down."

"Whatever. She can say whatever she wants about me as long as she's okay with me dating you."

"But it's not okay, Max. It's hard work to get into the NHL, and it's something to be proud of. But for her, it's all about the titles and the names and the superficial things. She just wants to be able to go back home and brag to her stupid catty friends."

"Then I guess I better score a goal or something tomorrow? Give her something she can brag about?"

"You really want to get into her good graces, huh?"

"I told you, baby. Yeah, I want her to like me. And I want her to take it easy on you, too."

"She's never going to. You know, even after she told me that you were 'good enough,' she still asked when I was coming back to visit John."

I shake my head, wanting to say something but realizing that it would be better for me to just not address that subject. I toss a few more things into my bag. "Please tell me that you're not going to."

"I told her no. I said that if she wanted to visit some more with me, that she could come over and we could watch your game or something, but I wasn't going within a mile radius of that place. She wasn't happy, but I can't let her bully me. She's my mother, so I have to love her. But right now, she's pushing it."

"I can't wait to introduce you to my mother."

"Were you serious about Christmas? Did you really want to take me home with you?"

"Oui. Of course. My mother is about to burst with anticipation at the idea of meeting you. She's going to be disappointed you can't come home with me. I want to take you to my home, show you Montréal. Maybe during the Olympic break?" I ask her hopefully.

"I won't have a lot of time, because I'll still have to work." Something clicks in her head. "Wait. Max. Montréal." I look at her and nod, wondering what the hell her point is. "French. Max, your family speaks French. Shit! I don't speak French. Do they speak English at all?" I shake my head. "Oh, for fuck's sake! How am I supposed to meet your mother if I can't talk to her? And why didn't I think about this sooner?"

She's starting to panic, and part of me thinks it's hilarious. I never thought about it before, how they were going to meet, because it never occurred to me. After all, I can speak to everyone just fine. But with the exception of Frank, my family probably knows as much English as she knows French.

"Don't worry, mademoiselle. I will teach you French. After all, I am an expert. Je serai un excellent professeur."

"Ugh. Max. I'm already lost," she laughs. "But in all seriousness, what if they don't like that I can't speak French?"

"Charlotte, baby, they're going to love you, I promise. And I have until February to teach you, and I'm such a great teacher that you'll be fluent by then. We'll start with the basics. It's nice to meet you. Ça me fait plaisir de vous rencontrer."

She tries to repeat me, and it comes out in a jumbled mess. "I take it back. I may be an excellent teacher, but you're a horrible student."

Charlotte narrows her eyes at me, but her lips are still curled in a smile. "I'm glad you think this is funny. I'm really nervous now."

"Let's start with something a little simpler. How are you? Comment allez-vous?"

"Comment allez-vous?" she repeats.

"Bien! See, you will learn. Oh, and here's one you must learn so you can tell my mother: Maxime Talbot est le plus beau joueur de hockey de la Terre et je l'aime tendrement."

Charlotte laughs and crinkles up her face. "And what does that mean?"

"Oh, the meaning doesn't matter," I say, leaning onto the bed and kissing her. "Just make sure you learn it."

I continue to pack and spend time with Charlotte lazily until I absolutely, positively have to go. I drop her off at her apartment, give her one last kiss to tide her over until I see her again on Tuesday, and drive away, trying my damnedest not to look in my rear-view mirror.

As the guys all start to board the plane for our second flight to New York in four days, I ask the guys if they've done their Christmas shopping yet. They all groan in response. "Let's go tonight, after the team dinner."

"I don't even know what to get Noelle that isn't going to piss her off," the Kid sighs.

"Jewelry, mon ami," Flower replies. "It's what I've gotten Véro every year since I was drafted. And she hasn't been disappointed yet."

"I really wish I could get her a new car, but she'll flip. She needs it, because she's the one always doing the driving into Pittsburgh. But I promised her just two presents, one she needs and then something fun and expensive. But she'll tell me that a car is too much."

"I think you answered your own question," I tell him. "You said she needs it. She can't argue with that."

He mulls that over. "That might actually work. I never thought I'd ever say these words, but Talbot, you're a genius."

I laugh and smile. "Well, I'm glad you're finally catching on to what I've known my entire life."

A bunch of us end up going to Tiffany's. Maybe it's a cop out for them to just buy jewelry, but I think each of our ladies would be proud of us for not waiting until the last minute. The Kid finds a bracelet for Noelle, Flower gets earrings for Véro, and Staalsy and TK gets necklaces for Heather and Kelsey, respectively. I, on the other hand, am looking at rings. It's not her Christmas gift; in fact, I don't know when I'm going to give it to her. I just know I want it on hand for when I want to put it on her finger.

"Diamond rings, Talbo?" TK asks me as he meanders over the counter I'm examining. "Don't you think that's a little... soon?"

"No," I reply, wondering if I should go with a solitaire or something a little less conventional. "I feel like I've known her forever."

"Look at Flower and V, man. They have known each other forever, and they're still not engaged."

"If I learned anything from this weekend, it's that I want to show her how serious I am." I look around and make sure Gronk isn't in earshot. "When you're confronted with the fact that you may not be around on this Earth forever, doesn't it make you want to show your loved ones how much you care?"

"You've only known her a few months," he says back.

"And since when have you ever known Max to not do something wholeheartedly?" Flower interjects, joining us. "When he makes his mind up about something, it's made up. He throws all his chips in, puts all his eggs in one basket, and then goes after whatever he sets his sights on."

I smile at him, appreciative of his understanding. Yes, that's all true; but on top of that, I love her. If I know already that I want to spend my life with her, why not make that clear to her, too—as well as to the rest of the world?

"So, when are you going to ask her?" TK questions.

"I don't know," I sigh, pointing to it, to the ring, and handing my credit card over to the salesperson. "I guess whenever the moment's right."

7 comments:

  1. "Who needs to work out in a gym when you have a horny, insatiable woman in your bed?"
    ^^ This is officially my new pick up line... seriously!

    "I never thought about it before, how they were going to meet, because it never occurred to me. After all, I can speak to everyone just fine."
    ^^ hahaha ok, not sure why it's so funny but it is... oh Max...

    "Maxime Talbot est le plus beau joueur de hockey de la Terre et je l'aime tendrement."
    ^^ LOL of course he'd teach her that... seriously, if I ever met him... I'm saying this.

    "And since when have you ever know Max to not do something wholeheartedly?" Flower interjects, joining us. "When he makes his mind up about something, it's made up. He throws all his chips in, puts all his eggs in one basket, and then goes after whatever he sets his sights on."
    ^^ Bang-on Flower! At least somebody gets it!

    And, might I add... OMFG HE JUST BOUGHT HER A RING!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
    ^^ Ok... grade 7 freak out, done.

    This was AMAZING! It just flowed so well, like a song =D I can't WAIT for the next one and I really, really can't wait for him to give her the ring... AHHHHHHHHHH!!

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  2. AHHHHHHH!!!! I am so excited for the next chapters!! A RING!!!

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  3. OMG. Proposal! I'm freaking out for her but in his own Max-y way, he would want to make it all official even though they are nowhere near ready.

    God, this chapter had me in pieces with how cute it was. 10 different types of wonderful in fact :)

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  4. This chapter is SOOO full of win it's redonkulous. The sex... I almost blacked out there for a minute. Wasn't too sure of where I was. Then her begging him to stay. Le Swoon. Now a RING?!!!???!!! BAH!!! Maxime Talbot buying an engagement ring. LE SWOON to the twentieth degree!!!

    Heh. LOOOOOOOOOVE it.

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  5. Kristina is right, this chapter is sooo full of win! Everything about it was fabulous...had to get the paperbag out to help me breathe through part of it, girl! Who doesn't love a man who will buy a woman a little jewelry from Tiffany's?

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  6. sdlgiuhserug

    That was my excited moment*
    I couldn't figure out how I wanted to type it out... I think it covered it*

    Lovely, lovely, lovely chapter!!!!!!

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  7. whattt hees already thinking about proposing!!
    wowww.
    hahah i love it but maxime. it's SOO soon!

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