It's time for the first Friday night between Kim and Hank.

It's only a bit after midnight in Seattle, so that still counts as a Friday night chapter.

Chapter 1

"Hello Kim," Hank said after he opened the door.

"Hank," Kim smiled at him as she entered his home. She too had been feeling the anticipation all day. Friday nights at Hank's, Kim was more than satisfied when she left his house in the wee hours of the morning. Every single time. Sometimes she was sore from all the sex, but each time she was so fucking happy.

"I was just going to get something to drink. Would you like something to drink too? Or are you hungry? You've hardly had time for a break today, have you?" inquired Hank. After all, it wasn't that they immediately jumped each other every time Kim entered the house. Sometimes Hank had cooked for them both and it wasn't until after dinner that they went into the bedroom. Or it was right in the kitchen that the first round took place.

And today had been a very stressful day and they'd barely had time for a break. A typical Friday in Chicago. That was part of the reason he enjoyed these Friday nights with Kim so much. He could relax, let go, give up control. Each of those Friday nights was intense, filled with sex and passion. Each of those Friday nights was different. But different in a good way.

"I'm really hungry, but I'm more hungry for something a little different. Something more like this," Kim said, stepping close to Hank. Really close. So close that he could smell her perfume - lily of the valley. And then she kissed him.

She had been waiting for this moment since this morning. Kim had fantasized about what she would do with Hank that night. But she didn't really make any decision yet. And such a kiss was a good start for tonight. Kisses were always good. And Hank was a darn good kisser.

Hank moaned into the kiss and opened his mouth. Kim's tongue darted into his mouth and she took charge, like she always did. The kiss went on for several minutes.

And then, Kim's hand slipped between his legs, she was rubbing her palm over his crotch. Kim applied gentle pressure. She could feel Hank's cock hardened under her touch and he pressed himself against her hand, seeking release.

And Kim would not deny him that release. But still, she would have some fun. She pushed him backwards so that his back was against the wall in his hallway. And then she pulled down the zipper of his jeans.

Hank wore nothing under his jeans. He had noticed a while ago that he liked the feel of the rough fabric against his skin. He liked when the fabric rubbed against his hard cock with every step he took. And Kim liked it too. When she slid her hand inside his jeans and was able to feel his skin instantly.

Just two weeks ago, they had both really appreciated Hank walking around without anything under his jeans. It was on a Friday night when they had driven back to his house together in his car. Stopping at a red light, Kim had slid her hand down his jeans. And on realizing that he wasn't wearing anything underneath, she'd told him to stop at the next opportunity. Fortunately, it had been an empty alley, so no one had heard the two of them having sex in his car. No one had heard their moans, or the slap on the butt that Kim had given him then.

Now Kim's hand dipped into Hank's jeans, pulling out his cock. With her thumb she spread his precum across the engorged head of his cock.

"Be careful. That's loaded", he groaned.

"What's that, cop humor?" she asked with a mischievous grin, "We can't have things going off in my hand."

Kim got down on her knees in front of him. She looked up at him as she parted her lips and took him into her mouth sealing her lips around the tip. She stroked him with her tongue and sucked him.

It rarely happened that Kim was giving him head and he enjoyed it every single time. Usually it was him who pleasured the young woman, normally he was licking her pussy. And he liked to bury his face between her thighs and taste her, very much.

Hank whimpered when Kim slid her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip. She started a low hum in the back of her throat as she slowly drew Hank's cock out of her mouth before pulling it back in. Again and again.

"Kim", Hank groaned . He fought the urge to buck into Kims mouth. His hands balled into hand came up and cupped Hanks balls, massaging them as she pushed him closer and closer to his orgasm.

And then Hank threw his head back as he came, his mouth opened in a half groan, half cry. He was trembling from the pleasure. Then the orgasm swept over him.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Kim's face in front of him. Tenderly she was stroking his cheek.

"Relaxed?" she asked.

Hank could only nod. And then Kim leaned in and gave him another kiss. This kiss was very different from the one they had shared before. This one was gentle and tender. Devoid of any great haste. Hank could taste himself on her lips – a mix of salty and musk. Kim had swallowed his cum.

"Let's go upstairs," she then whispered in his ear, "The night is still young and I want to try out our new toy."

Hank felt himself getting cold and hot at the same time. The new toy, he had ordered it on the internet a few days ago. A flogger. Hank imagined the leather hitting his skin and leaving welts. The pain and the pleasure he would feel. How this mixture of pain and pleasure would make him grow hard.

Together the two went upstairs to his bedroom, where Kim turned to Hank. She regarded him like a hunter would his prey.

"Take off your clothes," she ordered him.

Kim had been surprised to find out that Hank enjoyed being ordered around in the bedroom. THAT it aroused him when she ordered him to do what she wanted him to do. Badass Hank Voight, who had no mercy for the scum of Chicago, who would lose his temper with a criminal, allowed himself to be ordered around by a young woman in the bedroom. To humiliate him. To punish him.

Yet that was what excited them both, what made this so special between the two of them. This role reversal in the bedroom. No one would believe that Kim Burgess, the young woman with "Bambi" eyes, spanked her lover in the bedroom or fucked him with a strap-on.

And that's what made their arrangement so appealing.

But they both knew that this thing between them would not last. This wild, uninhibited sex. Eventually it would be over and Kim would start a relationship with a man who was only into vanilla sex. And the time for experimentation would be over. But until then, they would enjoy it. Whatever the hell was going on between the two of them.

While Kim watched Hank strip off his clothes, she had removed her clothes as well. Naked the two stood in front of each other. Looking at each other. Both liked what they saw. Hank's hard abs. Kim's shapely breasts.

Hank just looked at Kim, waiting. He was waiting for her to make a decision. Hank was waiting for Kim to decide what was going to happen in his bedroom tonight, even if he had a wish about what should happen. Maybe he should voice it out loud? Maybe he should tell Kim what he was longing for today, like he sometimes did? It wasn't that he didn't talk to her about his desires and fantasies. Or that he didn't tell her what he needed, what he wanted from her. But it was kind of nice not having to decide.

And then Kim took the decision from him and turned around. She went to the box with the sex toys. Hank's gaze slid down her back, watching her hips sway with each step. He felt his heartbeat quicken. Which one would Kim choose, he wondered?

Making up her mind, Kim reached for the two dices and took them out of the box.

"Let's play a game," she said, turning around and holding the dices out to Hank.

The latter took them from her. Just a few days ago the love dices had arrived and he had been wondering when they would both try them out. So today was the day! The dices and not the flogger would be used. But somehow Hank felt no sense of disappointment in this. He was rather curious. The game with the dices held so many possibilities.

The two sat down on the bed - cross-legged.

"So, what do the dices have in store for us?" she inquired curiously. And Hank let the dices roll across the bed sheet.

"Suck, neck," he read out what was written on them. He had to suck her neck. Oh and he would do it, gladly. And then he slid up close to Kim.

Hank raised his hand and swept the hair back from Kim's left shoulder. He then used his fingertips to brush over her neck before slowly lowering his head toward her neck. Kim could feel his warm breath on her neck. And then his lips. He breathed a kiss on her neck. And another. And another. Kim felt Hank lick the skin on her neck with his tongue. Over one spot. His tongue elicited goosebumps lightly on Kim's body.

And then he sucked the skin on her neck lightly, pulling it a bit between his lips. Nibbled on it. He made her groan as he bit down hard, licking over the spot again, only to bite down again briefly. Kim moaned. God did that feel good. The thrill of arousal spread through her body.

Already, a spot on her neck had discolored slightly, was red, where Hank had bitten into it.

And then, one last time, Hank licked the reddened spot on Kim's neck with his tongue before pulling away from her. Kim's neck was now adorned with a hickey. Hank smiled at the sight.

It had really been a good idea of Kim's to try out the dices. Who knew what other tasks were in store for them.

"My turn," Kim declared, and already the dices were rolling across the sheets again, "Massage and a question mark."

Kim smiled. It meant she could choose which part of Hank to massage. Kim had an idea then, too. Hank was in serious need of a massage. She placed her hands on his thighs. Slowly, she let her hands move upward. To his hips. And then further up, not pausing at his middle. Briefly, her fingertips lingered on his nipples.

Kim leaned forward.

"You want me to massage your nipples?" she asked, poking one of his nipples with her finger. But before he could answer, her hands slid further up. To his shoulders, "Turn around."

Hank turned around and was now sitting with his back to her. Kim placed her hands on his shoulders, slowly she began to massage them. She could clearly feel how cramped his shoulders were - from all the work, the reports he had written. Even he, as sergeant of intelligence, couldn't just leave the paperwork lying around. He had to read every report his team wrote. Had to give his own report on each of the cases.

Hank tilted his head to the side, giving her the opportunity to let her hands wander lower. He felt Kim stroke his collarbone with her fingertips and then back up the side of his neck.

Kim's touches were quite gentle and tender and for a moment Hank wished that her hand would travel deeper. That Kim would touch him all over. Would caress all over his body. Would touch like she did earlier in his hallway. But Kim's hand moved back to his shoulders.

Kim began to gently massage his shoulders, kneading the hard muscles until he relaxed under her touch. With relish, Hank closed his eyes. A sigh escaped his lips. He enjoyed this wonderful massage. Kim's hands on his shoulders, kneading his muscles. And the little kisses she kept brushing on his neck and his throat. Only then – when she was sure that he was completely relaxed - did Kim pull her hands away.

"'All done,'" she whispered in his ear. Hank could feel her warm breath against his ear. And the disappointment that Kim hadn't continued. That she hadn't touched and caressed his body more.

But maybe, the game with the dices wasn't over yet. Hank turned back to Kim and looked at her expectantly.

"One more time?" asked Kim, holding out the dices to Hank, who took them from her with an eager nod.

"Kiss, Boob," Hank read a little later and smiled, "Lie down."

Kim complied with his request and lay on her back.

Hank leaned over Kim and gave her a kiss on the lips, just very briefly. His mouth's destination was a different one. He began to move his mouth down her neck, kissing his way down her body. His hands grasped her breasts and stroked her nipples, the touch elicited a sigh from her and made her strain toward him more than ever. The sounds that escaped her throat made him hard himself. And then the touches of his hands were followed by his mouth, he pulled her nipples between his lips as they grew hard. Very gently at first he sucked on them, then more and more firmly, more demanding.

His hand wandered down her body. When Kim felt his hand on her crotch, she spread her legs. With his fingertips he stroked the skin, he felt her pubic hair beneath them.

Kim's moans grew louder. She wanted him to touch her there.

"Hank, touch me."

But instead of touching her further Hank stopped suddenly. He lifted his head and looked at Kim lying there on the bed in front of him. Her legs spread, her pussy swollen with arousal, the wetness glistening between her legs. The sight excited Hank. No, he couldn't stop now. He had to touch her, taste her, bring her to the brink of orgasm and then, bury himself inside her.

Kim moaned loudly and bucked under Hank when she felt his fingers on her most sensitive spot. Her hands reached into Hank's hair, clawing at it, and her legs spread further as if of their own accord to allow him entry. And Hank accepted this invitation only too gladly and massaged Kim at her moistened center, stroking it with his fingertips before entering her with one finger.

Kim's heart drummed so hard against her chest that it almost hurt, and one wave of heat after another overcame her. And then Hank withdrew his finger.

"Hank, please, more," Kim begged Hank to push his finger inside her again, to bring her to orgasm, but he had another idea.

He pushed himself between her thighs craving to be inside her. Kim could feel his hard erection pressing against her thigh. And then, Kim wrapped her legs around his waist as he entered her in one single thrust. Only to withdraw from her at once and then thrust into her again, over and over, hard and deep. She clung to him, welcoming each of his thrusts with her hips, feeling him drive her further toward orgasm with each one of his thrusts.

A little while later they were laying in a tangle of limbs, sated.

With a supreme effort, Kim got up from the bed and started to don her clothes.

Hank sat up and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Where are you going?"

"Home."

"Kim-", Hank didn't know what to say. Did he want her to stay? And if so, why. For another round of sex? Absolutely. However, that's not the only reason.

"We both know that this has no meaning, so, this is just sex. Not a relationship," and with that Kim pulled her shirt over her head.

Hank nodded. Yes, it was sex. Just sex.