Bad Impressions (Revive Me #1)

by Franca Storm

  But I could sure as hell try.

  At least that was what I’d thought until the moment she’d looked up at me as I’d straddled her.

  Having her laying beneath me, gazing up at me the way she was, trusting me and giving herself to me…I was like the big bad wolf about to devour its innocent prey. And she was so innocent.

  The right thing to do was to walk away. To send her home and vow to myself that I’d never touch her again. To keep as far away from her as possible. It was the cold, hard truth of it. Real fucking simple—on the surface.

  But I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

  Whenever she touched me, when we were together…that felt right. So fucking right.

  I’d been with a lot of women and nothing had ever come close to what I felt when we were together. I’d realized it that first night and it’d freaked me the fuck out.

  But now…now it consumed me.

  “Brad?”

  Her soft voice broke through my thoughts and I opened my eyes.

  “Soph, I—”

  “Stop,” she said, pressing her finger to my lips. “It’s just us. You and me.” I grasped her hand to move it from my lips, but she held fast. “No. Tell me. Tell me you don’t want me. That’s your only way out of this. No I’m-trying-to-protect-you bullshit. I’m a big girl. I know what I’m doing. So, if you’re gonna back out here, you’re gonna have to say it. Say it, Brad. Say that you don’t want me.”

  Oh, hell. Her eyes were on fire for me. For us.

  I couldn’t hold back and I fucking snapped.

  “Oh, I fucking want you, darlin’. I’ve never stopped wanting you.”

  My mouth crashed down on hers, taking her in a bruising kiss.

  Fuck. I couldn’t get enough of her.

  I needed her closer.

  I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against me.

  In the next second, I’d stripped her of her sports bra and crushed her soft, perky tits to my chest. I groaned at the delicious sensation. Why had I waited a whole year to feel this again? I’m a goddamn fool.

  I needed to taste her.

  I eased her to her feet and hooked my fingers in the waistband of her tiny spandex shorts. Those things had been tempting me mercilessly for the last two weeks. I held her wide-eyed gaze as I slid them down her legs. She kicked them off quickly and bit her lip coyly. I’d never seen anything sexier in my life. Fuck. My cock was straining against the confines of my pants already and that look of hers threatened to push me over the edge too quickly.

  I reached up and took her hands, placing them on my head. “Hold on, darlin’.”

  Grabbing her tight little ass, I pulled her pussy to my waiting mouth.

  My tongue parted her lips, licking the length of her. She was already dripping wet and I lapped up her sweet juices like a ravenous animal. She screamed and her legs trembled as I feasted on her with my mouth, tongue and teeth. She tugged roughly on my hair and the sting of it spurred me on.

  I slid two fingers inside her. So goddamn tight. Her slick walls clamped down hard around the sudden invasion. My cock throbbed in desperation.

  “Brad! Ah! I’m gonna come!”

  I pulled out quickly and she whimpered at the loss.

  I looked up at her and she grabbed my hand, raising it to her mouth.

  Before I could even utter a word, she sucked my fingers, drenched in her juices, into her mouth. Fucking hell. She flashed me that sexy smile as she worked her lips up and down my fingers, tasting herself.

  That’s it! Growling, I drove her down into the mattress, pinning her beneath me.

  I grabbed at the box of condoms on my bedside table, snatched up a packet and tore it open with my teeth. I rolled it on quickly and shifted my weight on top of her.

  Gripping my cock, I rubbed it all over her pussy, coating it in her wetness. She moaned and writhed beneath me in a state of desperate need. Her nails dug into my biceps, frantically.

  “Please, Brad. Now,” she begged.

  She didn’t need to tell me twice.

  I sank into her slowly. She was as tight as I remembered her being the first time and I had to still inside her.

  “Try to relax,” I choked out, barely able to speak from the extreme pressure torturing my needy cock. I stroked her soft golden hair to soothe her. My free hand danced lightly over her clit. She’d been right on the edge a moment ago. It wouldn’t take much to push her over it.

  When I finally felt her loosen her grip, I was almost out of my mind. She moaned my name as I started to move, slowly at first.

  When she wrapped her legs around me and began to meet my thrusts, letting me know she was ready, all bets were off.

  I couldn’t hold on any longer.

  I lost control.

  I pounded into her hard. Over and over again. Driving balls deep. Fucking her up the bed with every brutal thrust. Her screams of pleasure were music to my ears. I’d never heard any woman as loud and as wild as her. Her hands were all over me. Those sharp nails of hers, scraping over my skin. Her sexy lips smothering me with their wet heat. Her legs squeezing my waist like she was holding on for dear life. She was wild. Jesus.

  My fingers pinched her clit and she shrieked as her orgasm hit.

  “Fuck,” I grunted as her pussy pulsed around my cock. Shockwaves of pleasure ripped through me, sending me over the edge and I came hard deep inside her.

  Holy fucking shit.

  I collapsed onto the bed beside her. Turning my head her way, I saw the hesitancy in her eyes as she looked back at me. “Come here, darlin’,” I said, lifting my arm.

  Her eyes lit up and she snuggled against me. She wasn’t close enough, so I pulled her tighter to me. I didn’t know if she’d ever be close enough.

  Sophie Clinton was my fucking addiction. And I was well beyond being able to deny it.

  Chapter 10

  ~Sophie~

  I woke up to strong arms wrapped tightly around me. I smiled as I realized where I was.

  In Brad’s bed with him holding me close as we lay on our sides. He was spooning me.

  Shifting my weight, I just managed to stifle a gasp when I felt his erection press into my butt.

  “Mmm…don’t stop.”

  I froze at the sound of his rough, sleep-infused voice. I turned in his arms to look at him. He was smirking at me.

  “What time is it?” I asked, looking around in the darkness, completely disorientated.

  “Around midnight.”

  “Midnight? Have you been awake all this time?”

  He grinned. “It’s been kind of difficult trying to fall asleep with you grinding against me the entire time.”

  “I was not doing that.”

  “You move around a hell of a lot in your sleep.”

  “More than other…the others you’ve slept with?”

  He shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. You’re the first.”

  “What?”

  “You’re the first woman I’ve slept next to.”

  “Oh.” Wow. That was a revelation and a half.

  He ground against me then, rubbing his erection between my legs.

  I jolted in surprise. “Are you completely incapable of controlling your thing in any given moment?”

  “My thing?” he asked, laughing.

  “Yeah…you know what I mean.”

  “Say it.”

  “Say what?”

  He grinned, his eyebrows raised in challenge. “Cock.”

  “No!” I cried, burying my face in his chest.

  He laughed. “You’re so cute.”

  I shook my head in protest.

  His fingers slid down to my ribs and I shrieked as he started tickling me. I squirmed in his arms, trying to get away, but he held fast. “Stop! Brad, no! I can’t breathe,” I panted.

  He tortured me for another few seconds, before his fingers stilled.

  “Come back here,” he said, pulling me to him again, my back to his front. He slid his hands up my waist and cuppe
d my breasts, squeezing them gently. I moaned at his perfect touch. It sent a spark of pleasure right through me and heat pooled between my legs.

  “I love the little sounds you make,” he whispered in my ear.

  I arched my back and ground my ass into his erection.

  He groaned. “Fuck, Soph.”

  I heard a rip of a foil packet and I cried out in surprise when, a second later, he slid inside me. His hand left my right breast and slipped between my legs. His fingers parted my lips as his thumb circled my clit.

  “Oh God, Brad! Yes. So good.” I bucked my hips, trying to push back on his dick. He was thrusting at an easy, slow pace and it was driving me to the brink of insanity.

  “No. Be still,” he commanded.

  “But—”

  He slapped my pussy lightly and my words caught in my throat.

  “Shh. Close your eyes and relax. Just feel. No thinking. No moving. Let me take care of you,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling my neck.

  I nodded and submitted to his command, relaxing into him.

  “Good girl.”

  As I closed my eyes and gave myself over to him, all I could do was feel what he was doing to me. Everything was heightened. Every delicious stroke inside me. The way he stretched me and drove so deep. His thumb vibrating over my clit as his fingers held my lips open and vulnerable.

  It was so incredible that it was a struggle to remain still. But I knew I had to. I was afraid he’d stop again otherwise.

  My orgasm was building quickly, so quickly. He knew exactly how to touch me; how to drive me crazy. I wasn’t in control of my own body anymore. He was. He had complete and utter possession and I loved every second of it. It was freeing. Invigorating. Incredibly erotic. I never wanted it to stop.

  I threw my head back against his shoulder. His lips brushed mine softly and he whispered, “You’re gonna come for me now.”

  It wasn’t a statement. It was a command.

  “Brad,” I gasped as he started to thrust harder.

  Over and over again.

  I heard myself screaming his name like a wild animal. I couldn’t stop. It was too intense. Almost too much. I was close. So close.

  “Good girl. Take it. Take it all.”

  “I…I can’t!” It was too much stimulation. He kept hitting a sensitive bundle of nerves inside me while working my clit at the same time. My body couldn’t deal with it. I’d never felt anything like it.

  “You can. You feel that…inside? Deep in your pussy?”

  “Yes,” I panted.

  “It’s your G-spot. Trust me, Soph. You can handle it. Don’t fight it. Let it happen,” he spoke soothingly in my ear.

  He made it impossible for me to do anything else when he pounded into me with unrestrained fury. I screamed as the most intense orgasm of my life ripped through me. I felt it through my entire body. It shook me all over.

  “Fuck!” he grunted as his dick jerked inside me.

  When the pure ecstasy that’d gripped me finally subsided, I was a shuddering mess. The aftershocks just seemed to go on forever.

  “I’ve got you,” he said, holding me tightly.

  It took me several moments before I could manage to string a few words together and say, “That was…incredible.”

  “You are incredible.”

  I scoffed.

  He squeezed my waist. “I’m serious. The way your body responds to me is…amazing.” His hand brushed my clit and I squirmed. “I barely have to touch you before you’re coming apart in my arms.”

  I turned to him and pouted my lips at him. I was not that easy.

  He chuckled and drew his finger over them. “It works both ways, Soph.”

  “Really?” I asked, surprised that someone as inexperienced as me could affect a man like him.

  He nodded. “Just a look from you gets me hard.” He shifted his weight. “Speaking of…” he said, starting to pull out.

  “No,” I said, clamping my legs shut and squeezing his dick inside me. “Just a little while longer.”

  He grunted. “Any longer and we’ll be going round three.”

  “I’m not complaining.”

  He shook his head. “No, darlin’. You’ll be too sore,” he said and then proceeded to pull out. We both groaned at the loss. He climbed off the bed. “I need to take care of the condom. Be right back.”

  The last thing I remembered was watching him walk out of the bedroom door, before my eyes grew heavy and I slipped into sleep.

  Chapter 11

  ~Brad~

  I’d just finished making us both a cup of coffee when I heard her footsteps pounding down the stairs. I walked into the lobby to meet her. She was dressed in last night’s rumpled clothes, her hair a wild mess, her eyes wide and stained with yesterday’s makeup. She looked so cute with little raccoon eyes, that I almost missed the shit-scared expression all over her face.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s 10am!”

  I shrugged. “And?”

  She slapped my bare chest. “And…I have to get home! Ollie…I didn’t tell him I wasn’t gonna be home last night. He’ll be freaking out and he’ll…he’ll know. Shit! How could you let me sleep here all night?”

  She reached for the front door, but I was there in a second, stopping her and pinning her against it. “Breathe.”

  “No, Brad! Stop! I have to go!”

  I clamped my hand over her mouth. That shocked her enough for her to stop squirming in my arms.

  “Ollie doesn’t know shit. He didn’t make it home last night either. I got a text from him late last night. And he’ll be at work now.” I watched her register my words. “You have nothing to worry about. Okay?”

  She nodded and murmured a response into my hand.

  I released her and grinned. “What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you there, Soph.”

  She fixed me with that I’m-not-amused glare of hers.

  “Come. I made you a coffee.”

  I walked back through the living room into the kitchen, giving her little choice but to follow after me. I handed her a mug. “Wow, when you freak out, you really go all out, huh?”

  She just rolled her eyes. And then she asked, “What did he say in his text? Why didn’t he make it home?”

  “He had a date.”

  “A date.”

  “Yep.” I waited for it to dawn on her. She almost spat out her coffee when it finally did.

  “His date with Tiff? Oh God…they…hooked up last night?”

  “Seems like.”

  She screwed up her face. It was so fucking adorable.

  “It’s been a long time coming. I talked to him about her weeks ago and he waited until last night to make a move. Typical Ollie.”

  She cocked an eyebrow at me. “You set them up?”

  “I put in a word. That’s all.”

  “Why?”

  “Tiff had me over a barrel.”

  “How?”

  “Let’s just leave it at that.” Shit. It wasn’t like I could tell her the real reason involved the brunette I’d fucked weeks ago. She’d already shown her jealousy over it yesterday when she’d thrown it in my face. Besides, it was all in the past. All I cared about was her and what’d happened between us.

  Thankfully, she accepted that and turned her attention back to her coffee.

  “You’re not working today.” My mom’s store didn’t open on Sundays. “Do you have plans?”

  She shook her head, but didn’t say anything else. She was making me work for it. Good. That was the Soph I knew and the Soph that hadn’t come out enough since she’d been back. The spunky, fiery Soph.

  “Do you want to go out?”

  Her eyes flickered with amusement. “Is this you asking me out on a date?”

  I leaned over the counter towards her. “Mmm hmm. You interested?”

  She put down her coffee and folded her arms across her chest. “That depends.”

  “On what?”

  “Whe
re you were planning on taking me.”

  The little minx was playing with me. “I have somewhere in mind.”

  “Where?”

  “The ravine.”

  Her eyes lit up. “Really?”

  “Yep. After you’ve finished your coffee, head home and do what you need to—shower, change. Meet me at the end of the street. I’ll pick you up there in the truck.”

  “I’m done now,” she said, hopping off her stool excitedly. She started through the living room towards the front door. “Twenty minutes?” she called over her shoulder.

  I hurried after her and caught her just before she opened the door. “Back door,” I told her.

  “Right. Nosy neighbors. Sorry,” she said, sheepishly.

  “No problem, darlin’.”

  It would’ve been a problem if she’d actually made it out. If the neighbors saw her leaving my house looking the mussed up way she did, like she’d been treated to the fucking of her life, word would’ve spread like wildfire. It would’ve got back to Ollie in a flash and shit would’ve hit the fan big time.

  She stretched onto her tiptoes and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Bye.”

  I slapped her ass as she brushed past me and she yelped. Smiling, I told her, “Twenty minutes and it’s a date, darlin’.”

  Chapter 12

  ~Sophie~

  “I’d forgotten how beautiful this place is,” I breathed as Brad and I made our way down the dirt path towards the lake. I kicked up my feet at the piles of fallen leaves from the age-old trees looming either side of the path as I took in the beauty all around us. It was as though the trees were protecting us and enveloping us in our own secluded bubble, impenetrable to the outside world.

  Brad squeezed my hand and smiled.

  He hadn’t stopped touching me since I’d climbed into his truck.

  As he’d driven us up here, his hand had been fixed firmly on my thigh. When we’d arrived, he’d hurried around to my door and taken my hand to help me out. And it hadn’t left me since.

  It was as though he was afraid I’d blink out of existence if he didn’t have some sort of physical hold on me. It was odd, because I’d never pegged him for an affectionate guy. He’d always seemed to have some sort of wall up around everyone—even my brother who was the closest person to him, as his best friend. He’d always stood at a distance.