Page 61 of Unmasking Mayhem (Behind the Mask Duet #2)
I grip his shoulders as his thrusts become frantic, drowning out every thought except the pleasure he gives me.
It’s intoxicating, overwhelming, and an escape from the harrowing pain of loss.
With each thrust, I feel myself nearing the edge, the waves crashing as fiercely against the shore as my heart races within my chest.
"Fuck," he moans. "How's it feel, baby? How's my cock feel destroying your pussy?"
“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 by grief 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.
“Fucking yes,” he breathes, biting my shoulder before pushing himself over the edge with me, spilling himself inside me with a roar of satisfaction.
We collapse together, panting, the storm now a symphony of sound surrounding us.
I shudder against the sand, the moment stretching into eternity as I bask in the warmth of his embrace.
He pulls me against him, our bodies slick and intertwined, attempting to shield me from the rain, but somehow the cool droplets feel like a blessing—a cleansing of the heart.
The storm rumbles, and I glance at him, seeing the way the rain has plastered his hair to his forehead and the way his chest rises and falls, a rhythm that now beats just for me.
“Are we okay?” I ask softly, longing to hear him say it, longing to believe that amidst the chaos of our lives, we can find solid ground again.
He traces a finger along my jawline, eyes locked with mine. “We will be,” he promises. “As long as we keep each other close and hold onto what we have. Maybe it’s not what we expected, but it’s ours.”
Nodding, I bite my lip, overwhelmed with emotions that swirl like the storm above us. “Always.”
“Always, baby,” he whispers, sealing our unspoken promise with a gentle kiss as thunder rumbles in the distance, signaling the start of a new chapter—one filled with passion, pain, healing, and the memory of love.
Just because Hawk isn’t here doesn’t mean we stop living—it means we live for him, for ourselves, and for the connection that continues to bind us, even through the dark. Together, we’ll navigate this storm, hand in hand, heart to heart, ready to embrace whatever comes next.
The rain becomes a comforting lullaby, washing away the remnants of the past and reminding me that renewal is possible even amidst the sorrow.
I nestle closer into his chest, grateful for the way our bodies fit together, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his heart under my cheek.
It offers a steady reminder that life persists, that love endures, and that we have a choice in how we carry our pain.
“Let’s get out of the rain,” Raze whispers, brushing a strand of wet hair behind my ear, his breath warm on my skin, carrying the scent of saltwater and electricity. “There’s a bonfire not far from here. I can grab some blankets. We can dry off by the fire and talk.”
The thought of warmth is inviting, and I nod, still feeling the sparks of our earlier intimacy lingering in the air. “That sounds perfect.”
With a gentle yet firm grip, he helps me to my feet, our skin still slick with rain and intimacy.
I shiver, partly from the cold, but largely from the remnants of passion coursing through my veins.
He gives me a look, almost a challenge, as he sweeps me up into his arms, lifting me effortlessly, and I cannot suppress a laugh that bursts forth as he carries me toward the dim glow in the distance.
“Raze!” I protest playfully, my arms wrapping around his neck instinctively. “Put me down!”
“Let them all see,” he grins, his eyes alight with mischief as he strides through the sand. “They’ll only envy how much we’re enjoying the storm. Plus, isn’t this just proving that we’re alive?”
An electric thrill runs through me at his confidence.
The far-off crackle of laughter and the warm, smoky scent of fire are enticing, pushing me forward into a new realm of possibility.
Basking in his steadfastness, I don’t mind being swept away.
For the first time in months, the shadows feel momentarily lifted, and the weight of sorrow, while still present, seems just a little lighter.
When we reach the bonfire, my cheeks begin to color at the sight of a few familiar faces. Friends we hadn’t seen in what felt like ages gather around the flickering flames, laughter rising into the night air. Some are encouraging, others surprised, and a few even grin knowingly at Raze and me.
Raze steps back, gently lowering me to the ground, and I feel the heat of embarrassment creep up my neck, but it's oddly exciting too. I exchange glances with Raze, and in that shared moment, we know that despite our pain, we have found comfort in each other. We don’t bother to hide what happened moments ago; through his eyes, I can see he feels the same—the thrill of connection outweighing the scrutiny of others.
As we settle near the fire, Raze wraps a blanket around me, and I snuggle into him, feeling another layer of warmth and safety.
The flickering lights of the bonfire dance across his features, highlighting the lines of his jaw and the softness in his dark eyes.
“Are you okay?” he whispers, his voice dropping low as he locks eyes with me over our makeshift cocoon of blankets.
I nod, my heart swelling as I take in the gentle way he checks in on me, making sure I know I’m cherished. “I am. I think I’m going to be okay.”
“Good.” His gaze is earnest and fierce, a promise enveloped in warmth. “Because whatever we’re doing, I want to keep doing it. Together.”
His words settle around us like the fire's glow, enveloping me in hope. A small smile creeps onto my lips, full of understanding of what healing will require—honesty, vulnerability, and the shared moments that light the way back to joy.
As laughter erupts around us and the stories of the past weave through the night air, I let myself indulge in the warmth of the present.
My heart begins to mend, each heartbeat a reminder of resilience in the wake of despair, each laugh a step into the light.
Together, Raze and I will navigate this new chapter in California, knowing that the storm may still boom from time to time, but the fire we kindle within each other will always guide us through.
The End