Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 9
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 9 - Arielle Hawthorne lives for illegal street racing. Fast cars, high stakes, no attachments. Nate Carter races the same streets with reckless swagger and infuriating charm. Rivals by choice and partners by necessity, they’re forced together as rival crews and the police close in. Their chemistry is dangerous, their trust fragile, and falling for each other may be the riskiest move of all.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Humor Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Body Modification Violence
The One Where Someone’s Jealous
ARIELLE
When Chase and I enter The Lounge, we head together to a booth on the far side after ordering some beer. Chase immediately begins eyeing up the talent—in other words, the women—while I run a hand through my hair.
It’s been a bit of a stressful week. I’ve been constantly looking over my shoulder since running into that officer and it’s seriously fucking with me. It’s like every corner I turn, my peripheral vision taunts me with flashing lights or black and white cars that aren’t actually there.
The deepest parts of my brain are playing tricks on me, hoping I’ll have a mental breakdown and give up. But I refuse to.
After everything I’ve done to be taken seriously against the other drivers—who are predominately male—I can’t just throw the towel in at the first sight of danger. It’s instilled in me to fight, right up until there’s either no fucking fight left in me, or I’m dead.
Thinking back on it, I’m still surprised by the differences in reactions between Nate and I. He left me flabbergasted when he pointed out his opinion that it’d be better to lay low.
That’s like saying he wants to curl up in the corner and die because some weak ass cop threatened him with some photos.
I mean, it’s not even like we were fucking I’m those photos. But even if we were, who cares? It’s not like porn is so fucking taboo. If some guy sees my naked ass and gets a stiffy, how in the hell would I even have knowledge of that?
So, no. Those photos that he showed Nate are no threat. A threat is something much more serious—like jamming a gun in my mouth and proposing to kill my entire family if I don’t shut up or beating me until I’m on my knees and coughing up blood. Now those types of events are something that’d likely cause me to change my mind.
Not some photographs.
I think if I was on the verge of death, I’d likely do just about anything someone asked of me. But who wouldn’t? Desperate people do crazy things.
“Damn,” Chase mutters under his breath, drawing me back to reality. I look at him to notice he’s spotted a woman. Following his gaze, I see a sexy woman with long black hair that reaches her hips. She sways her hips along sinfully to the beat as she dances with her friends.
Chase is right, she’s hot.
Instead of admitting that to him, however, I snap my fingers in front of his face to bring him back. “Down boy,” I caution with a glance in her direction.
Just as Chase’s gaze focuses on the beer being brought to our table, I notice the woman spot us. She looks at the back of Chase’s head and raises an eyebrow before she looks at me. The woman’s eyes drag up and down my body and a smirk plays across her lips.
I smirk back before reaching for my beer.
“So, are you ever going to tell me about what happened with that guy?”
“You mean Nate?”
Chase nods his head.
“Apparently there’s a cop following Nate around, too. He’s obviously trying to catch him doing something illegal so that he can arrest him.”
“Okay, that’s what every cop is supposed to do.” Chase points out, taking a swig from his bottle.
“I know that. I’m just saying that because he’s been following Nate and taking photos and shit. But do you remember the cop who found me the other day?”
“Yeah, what about him?”
“The same cop is following Nate. Those photos he took and then fuckin’ threatened Nate with are of him and me. I don’t know why, but this cop is obviously out to get us.”
“What were the photos of?”
I sigh. “Nate said it was like everyday shit. Like, the cop had a photo of when I first met Nate after racing him and the two of us out and about running our errands.”
“So why are you mad at Nate about all of this?” Chase looks at me, confused as ever.
“I’m not mad about the photos or the cop,” I reply. “I could care less about that.” I sip on my beer before telling Chase, “Nate wanted to meet me about a week ago and so we met here. He warned me about the cop and that he’d been threatened and whatnot ... When we were talking about ways to deal with the problem, we had fuckin’ entirely different perspectives.”
“And they would be?” Chase leans his body over the table, impatiently telling me, “C’mon, I haven’t got all day.”
“Shut up,” I tease. “I basically told Nate fuck the cop and that he’s not going to catch us doing anything. I pretty well told him we should figure out a way to get the cop to focus elsewhere. Nate, on the other hand, felt we should lay low and wait until it all blows over.”
“Really? The Nate Carter wants to give up?”
“Exactly. I was a little surprised, to say the least.” I wet my lips. “I’m frustrated with him because first, he’s not what I expected him to be. He’s supposed to be intense and constantly running from the law, not hiding out for fear of some hand cuffs that aren’t being used in the bedroom.”
Chase chuckles.
“Second, it was as if he was telling me what I should do. No one has the right to tell anyone else what to do in any sense. It’s like, he was acting as if because he’s more well known than me that he knows what’s best. Which, obviously that isn’t the case.”
When I look at Chase, he’s giving me this look. His eyebrows are raised, and his lips are pursed as his eyes flicker from around the room to back to me.
“What?”
“The whole thing seems fuckin’ stupid to me. I mean, you’re getting mad at him for doing what he thinks is best for himself, you damn hypocrite, you.”
I roll my eyes. “I never said I was mad at him. I just pointed out I’m disappointed. But thank you for making me look like the bitch, Chase.” I laugh. “Okay, I get it. I’ll leave it be. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to bug him about it whenever I see him.”
“Whatever floats your boat.” He adjusts himself in the seat, asking, “Now what are you going to do about that cop?”
“Nothing,” I shrug. “He’s not going to catch me doing anything. He’s got nothing and he won’t get anything.”
“And how can you be so sure?”
“I’ve been doing this for years, Chase. You, of all people, know this.”
“Can’t you just like, I don’t know—” he shrugs, “Show him how serious you are? A little punch here, a knife to the tire there, and a ring of his doorbell late at night.”
“Well for starters, I’m not going to stalk the man. Also, fairly positive punching a cop is legal grounds to be charged with assault.”
“But what if it was an accident?” He air quotes the latter part and I mentally face palm.
Pursing my lips to avoid laughing at him, I respond, “Pretty sure it’s still assault, bud. Do you know anything about law?”
“No, and why the fuck would I?”
“Well, maybe because it’s fairly widely known that punching a man in the face is considered assault.”
“Just ‘cause I’m not book smart, doesn’t mean I’m not street smart,” Chase defends with a finger in my direction.
I stifle a laugh. “Sesame Street, maybe.”
As my eyes scan over the crowd, I end up watching a couple who are awfully close in the booth that Nate and I typically sit at. The woman has medium length blonde hair that flows down in waves over her bare shoulders as she laughs and runs her hands along the man’s chest. I spot the man’s arms which are outstretched along the top of the seat as he watches his girl.
“What are you saying exactly?” Chase asks, interrupting my zone out.
After finishing my sip of beer, I chuckle, “You’re not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer, Chase.”
“And you’re not the prettiest girl out there, yet here we both are.”
I know he’s only joking, but still.
My mouth drops open in surprise and I kick him underneath the table. “Brought a fuckin’ gun to a knife fight.” My voice comes out in a mumble as I decide to ignore Chase’s entirety for a moment.
For whatever reason, I’m compelled to glance back at the couple I was intrigued by earlier.
That’s when my heart uncharacteristically races, and my blood pressure rises for some unfamiliar reason.
I watch as the unknown woman cradles closer into her companion. His one hand removes itself from the back of the chair and reaches for her lips. His thumb traces her lipstick-stained mouth as he watches, entranced with it.
Nate.
She giggles, leaning into his touch. My eyes are drawn to the bare skin of her thighs—which is a stark contrast to the all black Nate ‘s wearing and the short hemline the woman has.
The second I follow my sight up her long legs, I notice her hand beneath the tabletop. It’s resting on the zipper of Nate ‘s jeans where she seems to taunt him. She obviously must squeeze him or brush against his cock because I can visibly see him buck his hips up, throw his head back a little, swallow hard, and eventually smirk like he always does.
He leans himself forward, a single large, ringed hand placed on her bare thigh where he drags it upwards until he’s likely hovering at the waistband to her panties.
I watch him whisper something in her ear before he grabs her chin between his index finger and thumb, pulling her lips to his. He teases her, initially, hovering his mouth only inches from hers as another one of his sneaky ways to ensure she’s putty in his hands.
Eventually she can’t take it anymore, and so she grabs the back of his head with her free hand so they’re finally able to kiss.
“Wanna’ have some fun?” I question Chase, who’s gone off and gotten lost on me again, staring at the woman with long black hair. But she doesn’t seem interested in him in the slightest, instead focusing on getting lost in the music around her.
“Chase!” I snap my fingers in front of his face, and it startles him, bringing the lost dog back to this planet.
“What?” He’s confused at first, staring at me with eyebrows furrowed. But then he realizes what I asked and chides, “We don’t roll that way.”
I roll my eyes. “No, Nate ‘s here.” I elaborate. “Do you wanna’ help me fuck with him?”
“What’s in it for me?”
I shrug my shoulders, “I don’t know. Maybe the blonde he’s with? Depends on if you can turn her off him or not.”
“Someone a little jealous?”
“No,” I respond. “He just pissed me off the other day and now I’d enjoy being a cockblock. You in, or not?”
After he finishes his beer, he shrugs his shoulders lazily and tells me, “What the hell. Why not?”
When we stand up and approach Nate and his new blonde, they don’t even notice our presence. In fact, they continue making out despite the fact that we stand just a few feet away.
If you don’t like it, don’t watch, right?
When Nate ‘s hand trails further up the skirt of her dress to grab a handful of her ass at the same time his tongue makes its way into her mouth, I tear my eyes away. Chase clears his throat and the two of them abruptly stop.
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