“I’m so close…” I manage to whisper, desperate for that release, for the sweet relief of pleasure that only he can give me.
Raze leans down, capturing my mouth in a hot, desperate kiss, and all at once, I teeter over the edge into a storm of ecstasy, feeling every shuddering wave of pleasure take hold of me, pulsing through my very being. It’s raw, it’s messy, and in the midst of all the chaos, for that moment, I am alive.
As I ride out my high, I can feel his release follow mine, filling me with warm cum as his body shudders against me. We stay entwined, bodies slick with rain and sweat, searching for warmth in each other as the storm rages on. The thunder roars above, loud and fierce but somehow comforting—a reminder that life goes on, even amidst the hurt. That amidst grief, we still have each other, holding on tightly as we navigate through this world alone and together.
“Always,” Raze murmurs, brushing the wet hair from my face, his eyes searching mine.
Always.
That word reverberates within me, echoing in the hollow spaces left by Hawk, a fragile promise wrapped in the chaos of our new reality. In this moment—the kiss of the rain, the heat of his body next to mine—perhaps this is what it means to survive. To feel the passion, the grief, and the love that lingers, knowing that every moment counts and each day is a step forward toward healing, together.
As I work on catching my breath, Raze reaches for his pants, retrieving a gun that looks all too familiar. Tears wet my eyes, and they fall without me trying to stop them. He smiles through his tears, bringing the gun between us, putting the barrel against my lips. On instinct, I kiss it, feeling closer to Hawk than I have since he died.
"Good girl," Raze moans, his brow raising as he bites his bottom lip, a look that drives me fucking wild.
"That's what Hawk would've said if he were here," I blurt out, looking back on the many memories of him telling me to kiss, suck, or ride his gun.
"Want to know what he'd do if he were here?" Raze asks mischievously, a growl escaping his throat.
"Show me what he'd do, Raze." I pant, feeling all worked up and aroused all over again, my pussy slick with desire.
He pushes my legs open wider, trailing the gun down my stomach, muzzle against my skin. He leans down, his head between my thighs, and blows teasingly on my pussy, his tongue darting out and curling around my clit. As he comes back up, he slides the gun down, pushing the barrel between my lips and right inside of me, using his cum inside me to lube the metal as he thrusts his wrist and fucks me with it.
I reach down and fist his cock, his piercings rubbing against my palm with each stroke. He groans, his eyes turning darker but with a flame for me inside that burns hotter than hell. His hand presses against my hip, keeping all of me pinned to the ground besides my back, which arches with each thrust, and my hips, desperate to fight his hold to collide with his hand.
"Jesus," Raze pants, his cock pulsing against my hand as I stroke harder, slightly faster, feeling him come apart in my hands. "I love it when you play with my cock."
As I continue to stroke him, the rhythm of our movements becomes a beautiful chaos, a desperate dance of desire fueled bygrief and longing. Raze's breath quickens, and the tension in his body tells me he’s close—close to the edge where pleasure meets release, just like we did moments ago.
“More,” I plead, looking into his eyes, the depths of our shared pain and unrestrained lust merging in one electrifying moment. “I want to feel you. I want to feel Hawk. I want everything.”
He smirks, that devilish smile playing on his lips as he pulls the gun from my dripping pussy, slick and glistening under the storm’s shadows.
“You want it all?” He asks, licking the metal clean, a move so provocative it makes my heart race. “Then let’s give Hawk a show he’ll never forget.”
With that, he shifts on his knees, flipping me onto my stomach, the sand cool against my skin as I brace myself against the ground. I look back over my shoulder, anticipation coursing through my veins like wildfire. Raze positions himself behind me, his cock pressing against my slick entrance, teasingly close but not yet inside.
“Raze,” I whine, begging for his touch, desperate to feel him fill me up again. I can sense the storm raging around us, its fury reflecting the tempest in my heart.
“Patience,” he whispers, his voice low and laced with lust.
He brings the barrel of the gun back to my lips, urging me to taste it once more. I obey, feeling raw, exposed, yet powerful under his command. With a flick of his wrist, he thrusts deep into me, and I gasp, the sudden fullness sending shockwaves of pleasure zipping through my body. I grip the damp sand beneath me, pushing back against him, urging him to drive deeper, harder. He responds with a growl, his fingers digging into my hips, holding me in place as he mercilessly pounds into me.
“You like that?” Raze grunts, and I can sense the primal desperation in his voice, the way each thrust becomes more frenzied, more frantic. “You like it when I take control?”
“Yes!” I cry out, reveling in the heat building within me once more, the waves of pleasure washing over me. “You feel amazing!”
He leans down, whispering into my ear, “Good. Because I want you to remember this night. Remember what we can do together, even when the darkness threatens to swallow us whole.”
Each thrust pushes me closer to the precipice, and the rain continues to pour down around us, mingling with our sweat. I can feel the electricity in the air, the storm amplifying every sensation. I’m on fire, consumed by him, and suddenly I’m lost—not to grief, but to something more powerful, rebirth riding on the storm’s winds.
“Tell me what you want, baby. Show me how much you need me,” Raze growls, his grip tightening as he holds me against him.
“I need you to make me come,” I whimper, my breath hitching as I feel the build-up inside me begin to peak. “I want to feel everything with you.”
A low growl escapes him, and he drives deep one last time, the force of it sending stars bursting behind my eyelids. I feel the wave crest, crashing over me like the ocean waves, drowning out all thoughts of the past, of Hawk, of everything except the man behind me who is thrusting me to new heights.
“Yes! Raze!” I scream, my body quaking as ecstasy washes over me, wracking my body in devastating waves of pleasure.
