Free Lost (Captive Heart #1) by Carrie Aarons Page B

hot, one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever been with. Char. I still almost can’t believe this is happening.
    It doesn’t take long for our kisses to turn frantic. I rip open the condom and roll it on, pinching the tip so my dick didn’t feel like it was suffocating. I haven’t really fingered her or anything, but she’s got to be horny like I am. Right?
    “You ready?” I stare down into her eyes, the lust and fear mixing.
    Char hesitates, nods, swallows.
    I guide myself into her entrance, the warmth and wetness already making my balls feel heavy. I cant my hips fractionally, and then a little bit more.
    “Ow! Wait!” Char pleads and I freeze up, immediately ceasing all movement with my cock only halfway in her.
    She lets out a little whine or a sob, her face twisting up in pain while she huffs out a breath.
    “Are you okay?” I feel like I have my finger on the trigger of a gun or something.
    She holds up a finger, signaling to give her a minute. I hold myself still and try not to move. Try not to even breathe.
    “Okay, you can move now.” Char nods, a tear leaking out that I blot with my finger.
    I give her a kiss, move my hips in a tiny thrust and then feel the gasp she lets loose on my lips.
    “Oh my …”
    I focus on Char’s eyes, the chocolate pools melting with each move I make. It feels good, she feels so good. Like a fist gripping my dick so hard that I know I’m going to burst in no time at all.
    She has to be close too, I think. She’s making sexy little moans and her mouth has formed a permanent O. And she’s grasping at my neck and shoulders, thrusting her hips off the bed to meet me every single time I push all the way into her.
    My spine and balls start to tingle, the sensations in the tip of my dick feeling so good I think I might pass out. And then I’m coming, shooting my load into the condom as I bury my face in Char’s hair.
    It takes me a minute or two to regain my breath and full consciousness.
    “Was that … okay?”
    I don’t pick my head up, but continue to breathe into her shoulder. My dick twitches, the tremors of my release still working through me.
    “That was … wow.” She sounds awestruck, and I smile to myself.
    “So did you … you know …?”
    A pause. “Yeah … yeah I did. Um did you?”
    “Yeah. It was amazing.”
    I push up onto my forearms and look down at her, unsure of what to do now. All of the other times I’ve had sex, it’s been at parties or in someone’s basement with their parents upstairs. I always had an out.
    “Uh … so … my parents will be wondering where I went. I should go.”
    “Yeah …” I can’t read the look in her eyes.
    I pull out and pull the condom off, wadding it in a tissue before sticking it in the pocket of my shorts and pulling all of my clothes back on. Char pulls hers on too, both of us going to different sides of the room and not really looking at each other and get dressed.
    When I’m done, I turn to her. “So … okay. I’ll talk to you soon.”
    I bend down and kiss her on the forehead before turning to leave.

17
Charlotte
    Eight Years Ago
    I think I’ve read the same sentence of Great Expectations sixteen times and I still have no idea what my eyes just processed.
    I set the book down with a sigh, unable to get into reading in the way I usually can. Usually, reading for me is like falling back to sleep on a Sunday morning. It feels so right and good, so familiar and even better than regular sleep. It’s warm and perfect, the whole world is cozy. It doesn’t even matter the book; assigned reading and pleasure reading are one in the same for me.
    But tonight I’m on edge. Just like I’ve been for a week.
    I can’t believe its only been seven days since I lost my virginity. Since I crossed the imaginary line in every female’s life, the leap that took you from being a naïve girl and into the world of womanhood.
    Seven days since I had sex with Tucker. It felt like a lifetime.
    I’ve replayed it so