Free The Bonk Squad by Kris Pearson

dark
gaze.
    “ Yup. Rob’s working. Joe’s
taken Hannah to a movie. Bring the bottle up with you.”
    Yeah,
right , Sophie thought. But some brave
little devil made her reach out and grab it.
    The door to the upstairs
apartment swung open as she approached, and pulsing music flowed
out and wrapped around her.
    Ryan stood just inside,
tall, bare-chested, damp haired, smelling of sin and English
Leather soap. Up close there was more of him than she’d expected.
More shoulders, more chest, more smooth olive skin and crisp
curling hair. Her fingers clenched tighter around the neck of the
bottle.
    “ This makes a change,” he
said, reaching for it.
    She knew he wasn’t
referring to the wine.
    He produced a couple of
glasses and filled them before leading her through to his bedroom
and closing the door.
    Her good-girl’s brain was
appalled, but her bad-girl’s body seemed intensely interested. She
felt...what? Excited for sure. Strange all over. Ready to jump out
of her skin.
    Ryan sipped his wine and
set the glass down on a chest of drawers. His gaze met hers. “What
would you like to see first?”
    She slapped a hand over
her mouth, shocked, wide eyed. He wouldn’t really, would
he?
    He reached for the zipper
on his jeans. The top button was already undone.
    “ No!” she gasped, eyes
riveted on the fine line of dark hair running down from his
belly-button. He took her hand, raised it to his lips, and kissed
the soft skin inside her wrist. The parts of her not already
trembling or throbbing decided to join in. An enormous hollow ache
intensified deep inside.
    “ You’re perfectly safe,
Sophie. If you want to look, I’m happy to show you. No strings.” He
laid her hand on his belly. “Unzip me,” he suggested.
    There was no way in the
world she’d do that! She bit her bottom lip quite hard, set her
glass down beside his, and watched in disbelief as one of her
wayward hands grasped the waistband of his jeans and the other
fumbled for the tab of the zipper. She pulled it until she glimpsed
his snug black underpants, then stopped.
    Ryan grinned, and pushed
the jeans halfway down his thighs.
    Hard muscled thighs,
softly hairy, long and strong.
    She swallowed, unable to
look away.
    I’ll just pretend he’s in
swim-shorts.
    Her eyes slid up over his
black pants to his taut torso. What lurked beneath that inky
fabric?
    She reached out and placed
a tentative hand on each hip-bone, unsure whether she wanted to
hold him at bay or draw him closer. “How narrow you are, compared
to me,” she stammered. “And so much broader across the shoulders.”
Her admiring fingers couldn’t help but smooth up his hard body as
far as his collarbones. His skin hummed with energy. “Lots
hairier.” She trailed through the curling haze on his
chest.
    Ryan’s breath hitched and
he sent her another wicked grin. “Better get these down or you’ll
miss my demonstration,” he suggested, taking hold of her hands and
returning them to his briefs. He tucked her thumbs inside the
elastic. “Push,” he instructed.
    Never ! Sophie’s brain screamed.
    Dreamily, she
obeyed.
    She licked her lips. A
tube of rosy flesh sprang out, bobbing and swaying like an
elephant’s trunk, blindly searching for...her? She dared to touch
it with her forefinger. So soft...
    Ryan grunted and
flinched.
    They watched together as
he rose up; longer and thicker than she’d imagined a man could
possibly be, and much more complicated than she’d expected. He had
sculpted ridges, and the most amazing dark bulbous end.
    “ Wow!” she whispered when
he’d finally stopped swelling.
    “ A miracle of engineering,
huh?”
    Was there a hint of
embarrassment in his voice? He’d been so confident when he’d
invited her up for a look.
    “ Amazing,” she agreed.
“Can I touch again?”
    The magnificent penis
jerked in response.
    “ Go for it,” he invited,
voice not quite steady.
    Sophie wrapped her fingers
around him, astounded at the firmness of his flesh