Page 7 of Piggy

Charlotte

Grayson is about to make love to me!

Stay calm.

But... it doesn’t go in.

A couple of times, he pushes inward harder, but it still won’t.

He sighs loudly and looks into my eyes. “I tried to be gentle, but this is gonna hurt, baby . I promise, you can take it, though.”

He adjusts his stance.

And then—

Ow, fucking, ow!

A sharp pain, a burn, and more pressure. I freeze as my body stretches to make room for him, taking his thick length inch by inch.

Once he finally uncovers my mouth, he’s fully inside me.

Wow. I’m not a virgin anymore.

I whisper to him, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m shaking. ”

His eyes flick over my face, reflecting something I don’t recognize in them.

“You’re perfect,” he mutters, starting to move.

Perfect.

Did Grayson just call me perfect?

His hips are slow, his eyes watching my expression. Even the smallest wince on my face eases his pace.

Holy—

He’s trying not to hurt me. It’s like he cares or something. Occasionally, he even asks if I’m okay.

It’s really... sweet.

So sweet I feel like I have to say something.

“Um... you look really handsome, and uh, I’m having a good time.”

He almost snorts, choking back a laugh. “Thanks.” Then, he purses his lips tightly, like he wants to correct me as he did when we kissed, but he doesn’t. Instead, his fingers thread into my hair. He leans down. His lips brush my neck.

I hold my breath and shiver as he tastes my skin. Melting.

“What do I do now?” I ask, my voice small.

“You can touch me. Put your legs around my body.”

Yay! I like this.

I wrap my legs around his waist and let my fingertips trace along the ridges of his incredible back, the muscles flexed. Their power radiates with every little movement of his body.

I’m in awe .

His mouth drags downward, hand clutching my breast. His cool lips gently kiss and suck on my nipple. And as the suction grows deeper, it intensifies everything.

He breathes against my flesh, “You got such nice tits. Kinda shocked you don’t show ’em off.”

My heart flips.

He just complimented me.

Like... seriously complimented me.

Who is this man?

“Why?” I whisper. “Why are you being like this?”

Surprisingly, he chuckles low, but his attention is still on licking, kissing, and indulging on my breasts. Then he pulls his mouth away, and says, “Didn’t you see me staring all night? It pissed me off thinking about that loser doing this to you instead of me.”

I blink. “Wait... you were jealous of Alex?”

Grayson finally looks up. His full lips wet, hair messy, and he has that look, like he’s trying to play it cool but already slipped.

“I was pissed,” he mutters. “The second you mentioned that fucker’s name...”

My chest tightens.

“Really?” I whisper.

He shrugs, already kissing me again. “Don’t make it a thing.”

I stay silent. I don’t know what sex is supposed to be like outside of movies, but I’m pretty sure he’s really making love to me.

He raptures me, kissing, tasting, genuinely enjoying my body .

He’s so tender, unrushed. He practically worships me, exploring all over, playing with my clit with his thumb, tasting my neck, even kissing my mouth again and again as if he likes it.

Then, he adds, “Are you getting too sore?”

Despite his gentleness, it hurts more and more, so I nod vigorously. “Yeah.”

His eyes narrow, a slight smile creeping across his face. “I can tell. You keep squirming and cringing when I push in. I’ll finish faster for you.”

“Or maybe we could just snuggle?” I suggest, my vagina throbbing.

“Snuggle?” With a sexy grin, he adds, “Don’t be selfish, Piggy. I’m gonna finish.” He rises, kneeling between my legs. I close my eyes, bracing for the pain. But then—

My head jerks forward, chin to my chest. His fingers gripping my hair, forcing me to look down.

“ Watch. ”

I open my eyes. And I do.

I watch him thrust hard, fast, and relentless. I watch where we’re joined, where his body disappears into mine again and again. I hear everything. The slick sounds, the smacking of our hips, his ragged breathing.

It hurts. God, it hurts.

But somehow... I don’t want it to stop. I’m transfixed.

His muscles flex. Sweat drips. His face tightens, and then, he unravels .

He’s still, buried deep, his whole body shuddering.

Just like that .

Because of me .

His eyes flutter open and draw to mine as he pants. “Fuck. It feels so good to cum inside of you.”

Shoot! No condom. Oh, but wait, I took my birth control—

Abruptly, he spreads my lips and gazes at my opening, staring as he pulls out his length.

A slow blush spreads across my cheeks as I watch it: a warm, milky stream slipping out of me, trailing over my skin.

Grayson casually slides two fingers through it, spreading the mess across my pussy like it’s his .

Before I can ask anything—

“I love seeing this,” he murmurs, almost absently. “My cum leaking from your tight, swollen little cunt. Covered in me. Sexy as hell.”

My blush deepens, a whole new kind of butterflies stirring.

Then he lowers his mouth to my clit.

“Wait. What are you doing?”

He looks up, smirking. “I taught you this already, stupid lil’ Charlotte. Don’t be selfish in bed. We can’t end your first time without you getting off.”

“We... can’t?”

But he’s already moving, already devouring. His skill is so dang good. My toes curl, thighs clamp tight around his head, and a tidal wave of pleasure rolls through me, leaving me gasping and trembling .

When he finally pulls away, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and gives me that smug , cocky grin.

I’m speechless once again. My body’s wrecked, my heart pounding. I didn’t think it would feel like that.

I didn’t think I could feel like this.

God, I love—

“Hey,” he says suddenly, voice flat. “You’re not gonna be all dumb and with me now, right?”

Did he read my mind?

I blink. Swallow. Pretend it doesn’t hurt. I’ve seen how they talk, my brother and his friends. They rip into clingy girls after they’re gone, calling them desperate and pathetic.

I’m not going to be that. So I force a smile, smooth my hair, and say lightly, “Of course not. Thanks for... teaching me.”

Then I add, almost too casually, “Do you want me to go down on you too?”

“Hell no,” he scoffs, already pulling on his underwear. “I’m not letting you rake your fucking teeth down my dick. Learn to suck a cock on someone else.”

I flinch. The words land like a slap. Cold. Dismissive. Brutally honest.

He puts on his clothes without looking at me, as if we didn’t just do something that was so incredibly intimate.

Still, my chest tightens with panic. I don’t want him to leave! Not yet.

“Was I bad?” I ask softly, voice barely audible. “I felt like I just laid there... and you did everything. ”

He shrugs, buttoning his jeans. “You did fine. You’ll get better with more practice.”

My heart leaps, and I blurt, “More practice with you ?”

The room goes still.

He pauses mid-motion. Surprised.

Shoot.

I scramble. “I mean... with you, or with any guy, right?”

He turns to me, those paralyzing hazel eyes boring into mine, and suddenly I forget how to breathe. For a second, I swear he seems mad, but it’s just a flicker.

He nods, slow and detached. “Exactly. Sex isn’t that big of a deal, is it?”

I force a smile. “Right. Not a big deal.”

Inside, though, I’m screaming, ‘Yes it is, you perfect, sweet man I just gave myself to. And now I want more!’

So much more.

He leans over the bed, kisses me once, quick, almost absentmindedly.

“Good night, Piggy.”

Then he’s gone.

And now I’m dumb Charlotte.

Because before tonight, I guess I didn’t know what love was. Not really.

Now?

I know what it feels like to give my body to someone, and still feel empty the second they walk away.

I want him back.

In my room. In my bed. Inside me.

Why did he leave so fast?