#7

Interested to see the reaction for this one... I think I might get mixed reviews lol.
ALSO… as two native-French speakers, they would probably speak French together but… I know not everyone understands it and just so everyone can following along with the convo… let’s just pretend they’re speaking French, k? lol


It seemed more like a dream than anything to me, but I went with it. It was incredible how accurate my memory was - usually when you drank it became less then perfect - but here I was, blissed out in the arms of the guy I’d been thinking about for the whole summer.

I had always pictured him as I’d seen him that day. His skin slightly-pale, his face clean shaven and his eyes a gentle ocean blue… but he didn’t seem like that right now.
My subconscious was acting on it’s own according, making this fantasy as realistic as possible; I accredited his tan to that – I did after all know he was going to Miami.
But his chin was no longer lined with the smooth soft skin I had imagined; it was rough, like sandpaper, covering not only his jaw line but his cheeks and upper lip too.

And the eyes, so dark they seemed almost brown as he stared down at me. The one thing that really caught me off guard though, was the smell… oh god the smell! Like sex and danger and all the things that make a good girl want to do bad things. That was what he smelt like to me, and I couldn’t help but inhale it into my body, purring as I allowed it to over power every other sense I had. “You seem so real…” I whispered, the words think in my throat as I tilted my head backwards to stare up at him.

He chuckled, a deep, humorless chuckle before he bent low towards me, sliding his large, hot, calloused hand in between my hair and my neck. His hand forcefully squeezed the tender skin as he urged me forward until I was on my tip-toes and his lips were burning a line down my neck. I sighed contently, and I could feel him laugh lightly again, the vibrations ringing off his lips and sparking onto my skin.

He opened his mouth and the hot air of his breath blew out of the moist surface, where his lips had just been. I shivered in spit of myself, closing my eyes and tiling my head back to expose my neck further.
He grazed me with his teeth first, before he bit into my neck and a moan escaped my lips. He allowed his teeth to sink in for a minute until he dragged his teeth up towards my jaw, tracing the shape with his tongue as he worked his way up towards my ear. “I promise you that I am very, very real, mon petit amant.”
His voice was like velvet, soothing and seductive at the same time. “Would you like me to show you just how real I am?” He asked, his voice becoming more and more husky, until it emitted like a low growl.

In all the dreams I had had before, I was much more of a temptress, beautiful and desirable and in control… now I was nodding like a bobble head as he grinned at me.

He dragged me into the bathroom and flicked on the light, grabbing me under the arms and lifting me onto the counter. He spread my legs and stepped in between them, taking the hem of my long, lose skirt in his hands and tugging it upward.
This was also strange. Normally it never got this far; it ended with him telling me I was pretty and that he wanted to be with me, I wasn’t one to have sex dreams. Then again, I’d be crazy to stop this one.

His thick fingers found my panties and he hooked onto them, then yanked them down forcefully. I watched as he carefully unwound them from my ankles and threw them behind him.
I could feel the hot, wet excitement beginning to leak out of myself and I bit my lip, watching him as he began to undress.

He pulled his shirt up over his head and threw it aside. My eyes darted across his naked chest, unable to find one point to focus on. He was beautiful and perfect and… I had no words. His biceps looked strong and safe, even the part that was covered in a large intricate tattoo.
His chest was defined and taut, deliciously so, to the point where I slid my tongue over my bottom lip, imagining how incredible his hot skin would taste.

He undid his belt and moved towards me, dropping his pants with one hand, and pulled me off the counter with the other. He had my shirt up over my head and my bra discarded before I could even fathom the fact that my feet were now on the ground.
His slid my skirt down to the floor, leaving me completely naked, and then he spun me around until I could see myself in the mirror.

I watched the reflection, bent over with my hands on the counter as his eyes traveled over every part of my body, slowly; several times.
At some point he had removed his boxers and he stepped up behind me; close enough that I could feel his large, rock hard dick sliding across my back, leaving a small trail of pre-cum. “Juliette… I feel like I should apologies to you for this. Normally I’m not an impatient man. Normally I like to play, explore… I will, I promise. Not now though…”

“Why not?” I breathed out, my entire body was already flushing with the increased tempo of my heart; I was putty in his more-than-capable hands.

“Because mon petit amant… I’m about to fuck you the way I’ve been dreaming about fucking you all summer. I’m going to do everything to you that you’ve ever wanted a man to do… things you didn’t even know you wanted.” There was nothing I could do, nothing I could say or even comprehend other then incredible feel of his arms as they slid around my waist and his hands grabbed onto the faucets of the sink. “When we’re finished, you’ll never be able to think of anyone the way you’ll think about me… I can promise you that no one will ever be able to make you come like I can.”

With that, he turned on the cold water, to full. The blast was so powerful I could feel the uncomfortably cold drops of water pelting off the marble basin and spraying me in the stomach.
I inhaled voluntarily, and he dipped his hands under the water.

When his palms were full he brought them out of the skin, and cupped them against my breasts. I gasped, shooting backwards and grabbing onto his wrists, but his strong back held me in place, and I was too weak to move his hands.
He took them away a minute later and the cold water began to trickled down my abdomen, I squirmed uncomfortably, my eyes wide as I tilted my head back against his broad shoulder. “I wish I could take my time waking you up Juliette… but I need you fully functional right now.” I didn’t bother to acknowledge his words as another icy palm full of water was pressed between my legs, painfully cold against my clit.

I reached back, wrapping my arms around his neck, allowing my fingers to dig into him. “Oh god.” I moaned, looking back down in the mirror as he stared back at me from over my shoulder. “I’m awake.” I promised. “Oh god… I’m awake now.”

As if to make sure I wasn’t lying, he brought his left hand down and slap my ass, hard enough that I jumped. I tried to turn around face him but he just pushed me forward, back onto the counter. “If we go like this…” He explained, beginning to force his long, hard cock into my tight opening, “I can fill you more.” I groaned as his length and girth did just what he said, stretching me open for him, but I didn’t fight it, it felt too good to fight.
“And if you stay like this,” he continued, grabbing onto my chin with a hand and forcing me to look straight into the mirror. “… I can still watch your pretty face while I fuck you.”

I slammed my hand onto the mirror, keeping my head up as I readied myself for him to begin, which he did immediately.
His hands gripped my hips as he tilted my pelvic towards him; his dick slamming into me until I could feel his body hit against me.

His pace was impossible; to the point where I wasn’t sure how he was keeping it up. His legs tensed with each thrust and I found myself crying out every time he brought my body back to his.
Even if his size wasn’t enough to make me scream – which is was - , his incessant words of encouragement and approval were.

I came several times, with such force that I was positive I wouldn’t be able to stand up anymore; but he found a way to keep me on my feet. He moved a hand down below me, partly to hold me up, and partly to play with my clit.

I reached down too, taking his balls into my hand and gently squeezing them every time he pumped into me. “God Juliette…” He purred as they began to contract. “You’re amazing.”

He pulled out for a quick second and I dropped my hold. He spun me around and set me up on the counter; spreading my legs open again and getting back in between them.
He gently pushed me back and I felt my shoulders pressing against the cool surface of the mirror.

His dick spread me open again and he pushed himself into me, slower, gentler. My breasts bounced with each move he made and he watched them as I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. “Stay with me.” He said, his voice pleading. I pulled me head back down and looked at him.
His eyes fluttered shut for one second as he cringed, before he opened them quickly. His thrusting stopped and I could feel his dick twitching inside of me; filling me with hot, frothy cum.

He panted heavily, but his eyes never left mine as he reached for me, pulling me closer to him. He gave me a reassuring grin before he kissed me gently. “Well Juliette…” He said finally, pulling himself out of me and resting his forehead against mine. “My name is Max Talbot and I’m very, very glad to see you again.

#6

Again it's short... hope you enjoy it a bit more =)

Max’s POV

No one said anything to me as we stood on the street corner, waiting for the next cab. It was like there was an invisible barrier up around me, stopping anything from coming in or out of the bubble I had currently wrapped myself in.
I was grateful, at least, for the silence. It would have thanked them, but it didn’t even cross my mind; I was too consumed with everything else to even bother and realize that they were trying to let me mourn in private.
Well, as private as they could give me on the crowded streets.

It was dark out and the people were beginning to file out of the bars after us, including the patrons who had just been inside the Alibi.
“Are you sure you’re ready to go back to the hotel?” Gronk asked softly from beside me, his voice sending ripples through my protective barrier as I raised my head to look at him. He was concerned, that much was obvious. His brow was crinkled with it as his eyes searched me intently.
I glanced away from him, not wanting him to see the pain that was etched there. “Yah, whatever… c’est la vie.” I sighed, not wanting to seem like I was actually bothered by anything that had just happened.
“Come on man… we didn’t just waste our three-day-off stretch to come here for ‘whatever’. She meant something to you… it’s not a bad thing.”

“It is a bad thing when she has a boyfriend… fuck. How did I not even… it never even occurred to me once that she might already have someone, you know? I just, I just go along and pretend that everything is the way I want it to be… and then it’s not. How am I supposed to deal with this?” I stopped talking as my voice became heavy, the tone threatening to echo around us, drawing attention to the conversation I didn’t want to be a part of.
Gronk shrugged; of course he would shrug… he already had the girl of his dreams. “Come on man… let’s just get back to the hotel.” He suggested, giving me a gentle punch in the arm as the cab pulled up to the curb. I nodded, pulling the door open and hopping in before anyone else could say something to me.
I did see Crosby and Tyler exchange worry glances, however, before they slid into the cab next to me. Ignoring it I glanced out the window and allowed the night to melt in around me as the lights of the city flew by.

When we reached the hotel I didn’t bother saying anything to anyone. I took the stairs up to the fourth floor, hoping that the elevator would have brought everyone up ahead of, giving me the luxury of being alone for a while.
It worked, and I was satisfied to find the hallway empty when I reached my floor.

I took the last corner and headed towards my door, silently cursing myself for being such an optimist and getting my own room. As if that even mattered now. No, she’d probably be on her way to visit her boyfriend.
Was it wrong that I wanted to punch him in the face?

He could have been the nicest guy ever; saving orphans from burning buildings, donating blood and working with at risk children… but it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter who he was or what type of person he was, because I was selfish, and he had the thing I wanted more than all others.

It was with those thoughts that I flopped down onto my bed and tried to sleep. It was no use though, and within the hour I was sitting at the end of my bed.
I felt like an idiot. What had I honestly expected?
Well for one thing, not this, not at all like this. I had expected her to be like every other girl I’d ever come into contact with. The type of girls that were usually won over by the persona before I met them, and if that didn’t work, it wasn’t anything the ol’ Talbot charm couldn’t cure.

Of course that was probably my first mistake. If she had of been like every other girl I’d met before, I wouldn’t have convinced all my friends to come with me to a different country just to see her. Just to introduce myself and take back all the regrets I had of not exchanging information with her before.
I had painted her inside this detached alternate universe and then expected her to be like everyone else.
Yah, I felt stupid.

I also felt like a man who needed a drink.

Once I had the idea I grabbed my room key, wallet, and threw on a pair of jeans. Of course I had alcohol in the room already, but I was alone – so I at least had to get mix and pretend that I wasn’t about to get drunk by myself.
I walked shirtless and barefoot down the hallway, remembering the signs that I had seen earlier that night, leading to the vending machine.

The room was tiny and empty, not to mention loud. The ice machine sounded like it was good for take-off, as I pushed a few loonies into the Pepsi dispenser.
The machine rumbled in front of me, before dropping a can down. I inserted a few more coins for good measure, then scooped up the cans and headed back to my room.

It was a stupid idea, because now my chest was cold, the frosty can, burning against my skin as I moved. I wanted nothing more than to get back to the room, wrap myself in a blanket and drink away my sorrows.

Of course, just as I was about to pass the elevators, they opened and people stumbled out. The person in the back was a dark haired girl, and she had the audacity to stare at my chest and abs as I ambled past them. Some people…

I reached my room and fished for my key, trying to open up the door before the group reached where I was. I wasn’t fast enough, only able to pull my key out as they went by.
The girl was still looking at me as I glance back, causing me to roll my eyes.
I heard the ding of the elevator again, followed by more drunken voices, and I sighed to myself as I pushed the door open.
With one last glance at the people who were now beginning their trek down the hall, I walked into my room.

It wasn’t until after I’d stowed my drinks on the counter that my head snapped back up, and I ran back to the door.
I threw it open and walked into the hallway, staring intently at Juliette as she walked by with… him. “Hey!” I yelled, causing them to both turn around.
He saw me first, nodding at me as she balanced herself against the wall.

“Hey…” He said back, before continuing down the hall.

“Hey!” I yelled again. This time he stopped walking and turned around, opening his mouth to say something, which he never got the chance to say.
Before he could form a word, my fist connected with the side of his head, throwing him back a step.

“What the fuck was that for?!” He screamed, his voice muffled by his hand as he grabbed onto his face. His eyes were burning with anger as he glared up at me.

“For…” I began to say, pointing at him and then at Juliette, who just stared back at me. “… fuck…” I groaned, realizing that that was probably a bad idea. Seeing as how I had no actual reason to hit him. “Umm…”

“I know you.” I she said quietly, taking two steps towards me before she stumbled forward. I caught her in my arms and she pressed her hands on my chest. “I was lookin’ for you…”

“Juliette! Pouvons-nous allez?” He pleaded, still clutching his face. I pulled my eyes away from her, to glance at the guy I’d just assaulted.
It was clear from his stance and his size that he wasn’t a fighter. It was also clear, in the way that he watched her body wind around mine that they weren’t together. He watched her with an eye of concern and fear, not jealousy.

“Je suis desole…” I said trying to apologize. “Je pensais que-“ I began, trying to figure out how I was going to talk my way out of this one.

Before I really had time to think though, Juliette grabbed my face and pulled my attention back down to her. “Are you really here?”
I nodded, allowing myself to finally take-in what was happening. “Je vais bien, Marc… go find Monique.” She sighed, her warm breath blowing across the skin of my chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps where it went.

At some point he did what she said, because when I looked back up a few minutes later, we were alone in the hallway.
I tried to think of something to say, but nothing came to me. Instead, I continued to hold her against me tightly as I began walking backwards, until I could push my hotel-room door open with my back.

#5

A bit piecey, a bit messy, a bit of this and that… but hey… it’s a update. One that was a long time coming apparently lol.


Max’s POV


The guys were surprised to say the least, but their strange glanced and concerned stares didn’t bother me in the least. Nothing could touch me tonight, I was the unstoppable.
I knew that this didn’t mean anything, there were still a million ways that things could go wrong or screw up. But I had a schedule folded neatly in my pocket, and right now, that was good enough for me.

I continued my solo-celebratory-dance around the bar, brining my hand down to my pocket every few feet to make sure that I could still feel the folded square of paper below the denim.
A few times I tricked myself into believing that I had lost it, but I was confident enough that even if I did, it wouldn’t matter. Her touring schedule was burned into my memory.

She would be in Ottawa this Thursday… this Thursday and I was going to meet her there. The thought was lifting enough to carry me up towards the VIP section; where I plunked myself down in-between Jordan and Tanger. “What a great fucking night, eh boys? Damn… it’s gonna be a good week. A great fuckin’ week.” I smiled, glancing back and forth between them.

“I think I liked him more when he was moppy…” Tanger sighed, shaking his head and sliding away from me on the couch.

Jordan nodded and squeezed Jodie’s knee. “I agree, what the fuck did you do to him anyway?”

Jodie glanced past her boyfriend, raising a delicate eyebrow in my direction. “You mean they don’t know that Max Talbot is saving himself for a certain young lady in Canada?”

“Saving? What is he saving for her? The luck lady that takes his total into four-digits?” Jordan laughed, earning a loud round of appreciation from the guys around us.

I exhaled loudly, refusing to let their attitudes bring me down, Maxime Talbot was on top of the world tonight… and it was going to take a lot more than that to ruin my high.

I smiled in spit of their taunts, leaning back on the couch and relaxing as the beat of the bass washed over me. I had two more days before I got back to Canada. What I was going to do, I really wasn’t sure… but I knew one thing; I wasn’t leaving without some kind of answer.


Juliette’s POV


Monique was gazing at me like I had three heads, but I didn’t care. In another week I would be back in Montreal and then I could head to the arena to watch the Habs play hockey, and hopefully find my mystery man again.

I couldn’t get his smile, his swagger, his face, or his contagious laugh out of my head; but I didn’t really want to anyway.
I wondered what he’d be like when we finally saw each other, if he’d even remember me… or if he’d think I was stalking him.

I was, after all, kind of stalking him…

“I can’t believe you would throw away a chance at a good relationship over some guy you met once in an airport.” She complained, again.

“Monique, please. Haven’t we talked about this enough? I just want to sleep… we have a big show tomorrow in Ottawa, our biggest yet… I just want to be ready for it.” I sighed, trying to avoid the conversation for what felt like the millionth time that day.

“Quoi que. C’est votre vie! Do with it as you will… I just hate to see you in here by yourself when you could be out having a good time…
What will you do if he doesn’t care about you?” She added, suddenly stopping by the door on her way out. “What if he sees you and thinks ’so what… who is she to me?’”

I shrugged as I rolled over on the hotel bed, trying to ignore how upset that concept made me. I heard her sigh as the door clicked open, before it clicked again; closing. “It’s not like that.” I said allowed, to no one other than myself. I knew it was foolish to carry on this way but, I had felt something… really felt something. Didn’t that mean he had to feel something too?

I tried not to think about it as I feel asleep, but all I could hear was his song in my head, and the image of his smile lulling me, as I drifted off.



The Alibi was even fuller than I expected; the civilians of Ottawa having shown up in droves to attend the performance of our band, and two other local groups. I took a deep breath as I walked onto the stage, readying myself for the biggest show of our tour.

“Hello everyone! My name is Juliette Laroque… and we’re going to play some songs for you… I hope you enjoy them!”


Max’s POV


I could hardly contain myself as she strutted onto the stage, her casual nature and care-free confidence only increasing the attraction that I had initially felt for her.

She moved with such grace and sureness that I found myself forgetting to blink as she made long, flowing movements across the stage; interrupted only when she picked up a guitar to play a few, deep, moving notes.

I could feel Sidney’s hand reaching out to grab my arm anytime she stopped singing; his way of trying to subtly keep me in my seat. But that didn’t stop me from whistling and cheering every time they switched for a new set.
She was more than I remembered; worth every sleepless night and every minute spent coming here.
“Max please!” Tyler finally complained as I pulled myself out of Crosby’s grasp and jumped up, clapping my hands frantically.

“Jesus… did you guys see that? Hear that? She’s amazing!” I found myself calling loudly, before pushing a few fingers into my mouth and letting out a loud, piercing whistle.

She bowed, gave a polite nod, then disappeared behind the stage. “We gotta… go back, come on guys!” I yelled, taking off and leaving them behind me.

“Max, wait!” Someone called, but I was to far to figure out who it was, the distance between us expanding rapidly as I was swallowed up by the crowd.

“Hey! Hey you!” I yelled, rushing forward to grab onto the arm of the guy that had just been playing guitar with Juliette. “You’re in the band with Juliette?” I asked, yelling into his ear so he could hear me over the music. Even with the added volume her name still felt like velvet as it ran across my lips.

He nodded, bringing his face closer to me. “Ya, you friends with her or something?”

I shrugged, not really sure what to say without sounding like I was crazy. “No like… I met her… I play hockey and-”

“Oh! Say no more… Max, right?” He smiled knowingly as he patted me on the shoulder. “She was asking about you none stop!” He chuckled, glancing behind him to see where Juliette was.

“How do you know my name?” I asked, a little taken aback. Normally people knew who I was but in this context, something felt off.

“Maxime Fabert? She was asking about you a while ago… I honestly think she’s in love with you-”

I cut him off before he could finish. “That’s not me… My name’s max but… I’m not Max Fabert…”

His face became apologetic immediately. “Sorry man, that’s the breaks I guess… she’s just really into that Fabert guy right now. But I mean, I can take you back if you want to say hi anyway…?” He added, giving me a sad smile.

I shook my head and tried to wave his pity away. “Don’t worry about it… it’s not like I came all the way here to see her or anything, you know? She’s just ah… someone I was gonna say hi too but… whatever….”
He gave me one last smile before turning around and heading away from me, leaving me alone; feeling like the worlds biggest idiot.