sexual content (*wink wink, nudge nudge*) ahead

KIMBERLY

hit him.

Or chop off his dick and sew it into his mouth.

Okay, so maybe I was a tad bit angry about how deeply Dar's words affected me despite spending every ounce of my energy trying to forget.

For the last week, all I could think about was the conversation Dar and I had on the rooftop. I couldn't even look Jace in the eye when I returned to his office to tell him that I accepted the idea of having a glorified babysitter.

I spent most of my time at the townhouse or at the office, so Darius was only with me for a few hours during the past week, but I made sure to threaten him with hateful glares. I even held a pair of slippers close to the area I once knew quite well.

Even after so many days passed, I stayed walking on eggshells around Jace, barely saying more than a sentence. There was no doubt that he noticed something was up with me, but he thankfully remained silent, allowing me to wallow in self-pity.

But, low and behold, I had a plan.

This plan includes rough and dirty sex.

In other words, it was foolproof.

Considering how Vivi was staring at me and how Darius spit out his drink, you'd think it wasn't for whatever reason.

The three of us were eating lunch in one of our favorite spots in high school when I dropped my revelation on them. Darius's presence was certainly odd, but it brought back good memories from when the four of us would hang out.

The day after Darius was hired, I dragged him and Vivian to our cafe and made her rehash everything that went on to confirm whether or not Dar was telling the truth. I was mad at my best friend for keeping this hidden from me for so long, but that lasted for seven seconds.

It fully evaporated when she told me she kneed him in the balls for going with his plan.

"Kim," Vivi started, "I... I... what the fuck?"

"What?" I stirred my drink innocently.

In the half hour we've been here, I've explained how awkward things have been between me and Jace after Dar opened his mouth and how I couldn't stand it. For fuck's sake, I yelped when he entered the kitchen last night before running back to my room.

As much as I hated to admit it, Jace and I fell into a really nice routine since the godforsaken wedding. We fought, got mad at each other, planned each other's demise in our heads, worked towards making the business better, and sexually frustrated the shit out of each other.

It was unconventional, but it worked. And, if it weren't for my ex-boyfriend, it would've sustained us for two years.

Living with Jace turned into pure torture. Wasn't there a law about cruel and unusual punishment? Can I sue someone?

Even though the incident in the kitchen was my final straw, it sadly wasn't the only thing I experienced.

A few days after I got the injury, I got an intense headache while Jace was in a meeting. He came back to the office to see me passed out on the couch, resulting in the two of us going home early. After I woke up from my nap, I went downstairs to see him working out in the in-home gym.

While I had the luxury of feeling his muscles, there was something different about seeing them in action.

I cursed Savannah for coming into the office the day that I was counting his abs, considering how I couldn't trace those remaining two perfectly shaped squares. I've never been more turned on.

Especially with all the sweat... the grunts from completing the pull-ups... the contraction of each tendon...

Jace had just the right shoulders-to-waist ratio, resembling one of my favorite snacks.

But, the second I made eye contact with him, I ran away like the little chicken-shit I am.

"I'm getting deja vu from this conversation," Vivi muttered under her breath. "Let me get this straight. You want to fuck him because you think it'll make things less awkward."

I nodded.

Okay, so when she says it like that, it doesn't sound as good as it did in my head.

Darius finished wiping the soda off the table before turning back to the conversation, sighing. "I'm with Vi on this. What the actual fuck?"

"Hey, you don't get to say shit. This is all your fault. And your plans are worse than mine," I mumbled, chewing on my straw.

"How is this all my fault?" Darius questioned incredulously.

I shot him a glare. "You're the one who said all that shit."

"What shit?"

I didn't answer Vivi's question, not wanting to relive or think about those thoughts a second further. After all, I spent the last week agonizing over those damn words.

Whoever said 'sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me' was a fucking idiot. Because words hurt in the worst way. They damaged you mentally and emotionally. I would take physical pain over that anyday.

Darius took my silence as permission to tell Vivian what he said. The second she hit me with that look, I curled my lip. "Don't say it."

"Fine," she replied nonchalantly. "But only because your reaction to this is proving how true you know his words are. So, tell me more about this plan."

I crunched my last piece of ice, ready for action. "Implying that he and I will ever be more than... whatever it is we are now is preposterous" —Darius rolled his eyes at my theatrics—"so my only solution is getting him out of my system. How exactly? Rough, hard, meaningless, emotionless sex."

Darius leaned back in his chair, rubbing a hand over his head. "I definitely did not miss your insanity."

Ignoring him, I continued. "I'm talking hit it and quit it. No kissing. Minimum eye contact. No cuddling. No staying the night. Nothing but dick and pussy."

An older couple from the table next to us shot an alarmed look in our direction, but I replied with my signature, sweet smile.

"Jesus, Kim," Vivi groaned. "How do you think your husband is going to react?"

I shrugged. "I mean I already told him that if we ever did decide to engage in sexual relations, they would be strictly no-strings-attached. I don't think he realizes how unattached I want things, but he'll figure it out."

"I don't know, babe. This feels very backfire-worthy," Vivi replied.

I opened my mouth to answer when I got a text from Savannah.

: He's done with lunch and back in the office.

Perfect.

I downed the rest of my drink, the weak alcohol giving me a slight buzz. Leaning over, I kissed Vivi sweetly on the head before flipping Darius off. I already paid for my food, but I left a twenty on the table to cover the tip.

"Just trust me." I winked at both of them.

Darius rolled his eyes. "I would ask what the point of consulting us is if you were going to go ahead with it anyway, but I forgot that you're Kim Astor. You answer to no one. Also, the last time I trusted you, you set my hair on fire. So reflect on that real quick."

"It was an accident!"

♕♕♕

Jace was looking through papers when I entered his office, but he still spared a raised eyebrow in my direction when he saw what I was wearing.

For the last week, I did my best to avoid wearing red around him, knowing I would go weak to my knees if I saw his smoldering gaze. So, it was safe to say that I kind of overdid it.

I was wearing a deep red satin dress—my iconic deep red satin dress—with thin straps and a deep neckline. It fell mid-thigh, but there was a slight chance I pulled the hem up before entering his office. With my signature red-bottoms and red lip, I looked ready for battle.

His eyes stayed on me as I plopped myself across from him and crossed my legs, placing them on the table. Considering how I couldn't look him in the eye for the past week, my coy smile and eye contact was both an improvement and object of questioning.

Jace refused to say anything, resorting to running his tongue over his teeth behind a closed mouth. That shouldn't have turned me on as much as it did. We stared at each for what seemed like hours before he returned to his work.

I opted to do the same, bending over to grab my laptop out of my bag. From this angle, he should be able to see everything. And, given his clenched jaw, he did see some of my assets.

Over the next few minutes, I kept laughing to myself about my upcoming plans. I knew a significant number of people who would label me as 'extra' and I loved everything about it.

So what if I was extra? There's nothing wrong with being fun.

And I was planning on having a lot of fun with this to make up for the past week. Kimberly Nyla Astor-Kingston did not simply get flustered. It was an insult to my name and reputation. I was the one who did the flustering.

"What's wrong with you, Venus?"

I looked up from the order confirmation page on my laptop to see my husband glaring at me. I batted my eyelashes in a 'what did little ol' me do?' look.

"I always thought trying to figure out Savannah would be the death of me," he said.

"What changed?" I asked.

He stared at me, something unfamiliar swirling through his eyes. "I met you."

"I'm flattered."

"Don't be. You drive me insane."

"Well, then I'm insanely flattered."

Jace tugged at his hair, leaning back against the chair. "What are you up to, vixen?"

"Reverting back to that?" I asked, putting my laptop on his desk and bringing my legs down. "I kinda like it. You're from Pennsylvania... Would you like to be called 'jagoff'?"

"Something tells me you'll take my 'no' as a 'yes'."

"Smart boy." I crossed my legs, taking note of how his eyes closed while releasing a deep breath.

"You didn't answer my question."

I got up from the chair, placing my hands on the parts of his desk not covered by papers. "What do you think I'm up to? We have a deal, remember?"

At that moment, the second part of my plan came into fruition. A knock sounded at the door along with a man's voice. "Delivery for Kim Astor-Kingston."

I grabbed a bill out of my wallet and sauntered off towards the door.

"Hello, cutie," I greeted the delivery man as I opened the door. The poor guy's jaw dropped at my appearance along with his eyes. I forgot to readjust my dress before opening the door to retrieve my order. Most of my thighs were now on display and the delivery guy had a front-row seat.

My dearest husband snarled behind me. "Get out."

I shot him a glare. "Don't be fucking rude." I turned back to the delivery guy who looked guilty after being caught staring. "Here you go." I handed him the bill, accepting the box in his outstretched hands.

The guy scrambled away. Savannah was sitting at her desk, doing her best to stifle a laugh. I winked at her, closing the office door but not before seeing her shake her head.

Jace's glare settled on me as I made my way back to the seat. After plopping myself down, I opened up my box of chocolate-covered strawberries with a side of whipped cream. In my expert opinion, there is nothing more seductive than eating strawberries.

And, from the way Jace's entire body stiffened, he knew it too. I grabbed one of the strawberries by the leaves, dipping it into the cream.

I slowly brought it up to my mouth, my tongue darting out to lick the cream before taking a bite. My head dropped back, a moan escaping me. "God, Jace. These are really juicy strawberries. Do you want one?"

I held up another one of the tools in my plan, offering it in his direction.

"You're something else, alright." With that, he leaned forward, keeping eye contact with me as he took a bite. "I can think of something else that tastes better."

Fuck.

Jace reaches out with his thumb, running it across my bottom lip. Abort the fucking mission. He pulled away—the whip cream from my lip now on his thumb—and brought it to his mouth, licking it off.

"Do you remember the rules?" The question came out as a breathy whisper.

He was no better. "Remind me."

"No feelings." I got up onto the table.

"Okay."

"No strings attached." I crawled a foot closer.

"Fine by me."

"Nothing but sex." My face was inches from his.

"Fucking dandy."

Before he could even think about putting his lips on mine, I dropped from the table and straddled his lap. He was already hard, every inch of him begging to be inside me.

And soon he will be... in more ways than one.

Jace wasted no time pulling the top of my dress down and the bottom of my dress up. His lips immediately went for my neck as his hands began massaging my tits. A pleasurable kind of pain ran through my nipples when he started pinching and pulling, testing just how much I could handle.

From the way I started grinding down on his erection, the answer was quite evident.

"Wait." He groaned when I leaned back to grab the container with whipped cream. Taking a small dollop, I smeared them against my nipples, the cool cream heightening my arousal. "Suck."

I didn't need to tell him twice. His lips immediately began ravishing me, licking up the cream on my nipples, sucking as much of my breast into his mouth as possible.

"You're so sweet," he whispered against the warm skin of my chest. My head dropped back as he aggressively pushed my tits together to minimize the time it needed to get between nipples, trying to suck on them both at the same time.

Everytime I play with myself at night, thinking of Jace all over me, I question if I'm the only one between us who feels the arousal this intensely. But, the second we do something about it, he acts like he can never get enough of me.

Like he can go on and on forever.

It was exactly what I was trying to avoid. It was dangerous.

Because I couldn't get enough of him.

Every touch, every whisper of his lips on me, every word... I could get addicted to this.

The very feel of him left me panting, wishing I could want more. The last time I felt anything remotely like this for someone left me broken. I couldn't put myself through that again. I couldn't put anyone I loved through that again either.

Hit it and quit it.

Cum and go.

Smash and dash.

Rail and impale.

Ruin it. Ruin it before it could ruin you.

As much as it killed me to admit it, Jace was a good guy. Hell, he was a great guy. He deserved someone who could give him their everything. Someone who didn't want to run away.

He deserved better than me.

I already told him not to expect anything out of us.

God, I hated myself for this.

"Let me taste you, then," I responded after seconds of silence. His breath hitched as I moved my hand down between us, running it over his growing bulge.

"Fuck, Kimberly," he groaned when I unzipped his pants, sticking my hand into his boxers. "You're trying to kill me."

My eyes widened when I felt the sheer size of him in my hands. I've seen enough hints of it over the last few months, but... holy shit. My fingers could barely wrap themselves around his girth. "I hate to break it to you, but your weapon of mass destruction might finish me off first."

His body started shaking in silent laughter. "Weapon of mass destruction?"

"Jace, buddy, I don't know when the last time you looked at your friend was, but this guy is pretty much capable of ripping me in half." I stared down at the dick I just pulled out of his pants. The thick, hard, eight or nine inches of pure pleasure stared back at me.

I licked my hand before bringing it back down to start stroking the veiny shaft. I couldn't stop staring at the mauve dick as I brought my hand up and down. "If you keep staring at me like that, I'm not going to apologize for what comes next."

"Then don't," I whispered, mesmerized by the drop of precum coming out of the deep-red tip. My thumb swiped at it—almost subconsciously—bringing it up to my lips. A moan escaped me as the salty liquid touched my tongue.

I wanted more. I needed more.

I dropped from his lap, my knees hitting the cold floor. Jace shifted, moving the top of his pants down, giving me more access. The tops of his muscular thighs were peeking through, but I focused on the big cock in front of me.

I swiped my tongue across his tip, relishing in the groan he let out, his hands tightening themselves in my hair. My tongue got to work, stroking against the bulging vein on the underside of his shaft. From his "Jesus, vixen," I could tell he liked it a lot.

I kept going, lapping at every inch of him, hoping to return the pleasure he gave me in the dressing room. My hands stroked the parts of him that my mouth wasn't on. The sheer size of him was enough to make me too nervous to put his dick in my mouth, but I so badly wanted to.

I gripped the sides of his thighs, opening my mouth to take more of him in. I wasn't even halfway through, but my jaw was already feeling the strain. I took the risk of looking up through my lashes to see him already staring down at my red lips wrapped around his cock.

This was enough motivation to keep me going. I know I was supposed to be going for a 'minimum eye contact' situation, but the raw pleasure in his eyes was so intoxicating. Especially as I slid him—inch by inch—into my mouth, his tip hitting the back of my throat.

Jace took the initiative of pulling my head back, a couple of inches of him coming out, before slamming back in. I was completely wet. My panties were utterly soaked from him fucking my mouth.

But my mouth wasn't enough.

A strangled groan left my mouth as Jace held me head tighter, pushing me into him further until my lips hit his base with his tip further into my throat. Not that I would ever tell him, but it hurt. I could feel the tears lining my eyes.

"Fuck, your mouth takes my cock so well, Kimberly." Instant gratification coursed through me as my praise kink started acting up. His hand wrapped around my hair, using his grip to control the pace at which he was fucking my mouth.

A tear trickled down my face when his tip entered my throat for the third time. His other thumb came up to wipe it away. "Is this too much for you, baby?" I instantly shook my head, hating how much I loved hearing 'baby' come out of his mouth.

He continued his movements, laughing at how fast I denied his accusations. "This seems to be the best way to keep you quiet... maybe I should do it more often." Another laugh came out of him when I nodded with his cock in my mouth. "Now, I'll deny ever saying this if you decide to use it against me, but I like hearing you talk. I must be a sucker for everything bad for me."

Begrudgingly, I took him out of my mouth to respond. "Is this where you admit you have a pain or degradation kink?"

Jace barked out another laugh, my stomach tingling at the sound. "This is exactly what I meant. Keep sucking, my little slut."

I couldn't control the genuine smile I let out before going back to suck him off even harder. He let me have control this time as my mouth bobbed in fast-paced motions. After about a minute, I could feel him tense beyond belief.

"I'm going to come in your mouth, and you're going to swallow it. Okay?" I nodded at his tense declaration. His eyes that were once on me rolled back along with his head as his load shot down my throat.

After he finished, I slowly took him out of my mouth. "One."