Seize the Night - Sex Stories

Seize the Night

... "You're boring now, Russ. All you ever talk about is your 'career.' Even the sex is boring!"

That was a low blow, I knew, and it was also a lie. The man could absolutely fuck, boring job talk notwithstanding. But he'd wounded me, and now I wanted to hurt him. I could tell by the way he blanched at my words that I'd succeeded. He held up his hands as if to fend off any more insults. "Then I guess we're done," he said, and I heard the unshed tears coating his voice.

"I guess we are!" I turned on my heel and strode out of his apartment. Only when I was in my car did I break down sobbing.

As Russ and I now stood in the kitchen, with the party going on outside, he dared to step closer to me. "I'm sorry I was a controlling asshole when we were together. But what you said?" He shook his head at the memory. "Talk about going for the jugular, Amie."

I was too full of pride to apologize, so I focused on my drink. Although my hair was pulled back in a ponytail, my face and neck grew flushed. My heartbeat reverberated in my skull, the way it sometimes did before I got a migraine.

Russ moved even closer. "Did you mean what you said?" he whispered. "About the sex being boring?"

"What the hell does it matter if I meant it or not?" I jutted out my chin, still defiant. "We're through, remember?" In response, Russ pried the glass from my hand. "Hey!" My scowl did nothing to deter him. After placing the glass on the counter, Russ leaned toward me. Mere inches separated us, and ...

... I could smell a hint of detergent wafting from his clean shirt.

"Look me in the eye and tell me you got bored fucking me," he demanded.

I tilted my head to glare up at him. He didn't look at all angry, I realized. No, he looked almost amused, as if he was fully aware he'd caught me in a lie. Swallowing hard, I steeled my spine. "I... got bored..." I desperately wanted to sound convincing, but the words came out shaky. Russ raised an eyebrow, and I knew I couldn't lie to his face. Instead, I murmured, "I still hate you." Then I wove my fingers through his hair and guided his mouth to mine.

The moment our lips met, Russ wrapped me in his arms, as if he thought I might bolt. He couldn't have known how much I missed the hunger in his kiss, the way he made every single one seem like our first. He moaned from low in his throat, and the feel of his hands squeezing my ass coaxed forth my own pleasured sigh.

When I broke the kiss, I was breathing fast, acutely aware of all the places our bodies touched as Russ held me close. With a self-satisfied grin, he said, "I'd try to fuck you right now, but I wouldn't want to bore you."

"Asshole," I replied through clenched teeth.

Russ slid a hand between my thighs, making me gasp. "But I'm the asshole who's getting you wet right now," he taunted. I glared at the wall, afraid of what I'd reveal if I looked at him. "Say you want me to fuck you," he insisted while rubbing me through my jeans. I let out a desperate whimper. "Tell ...