Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 119
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 119 - 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 With The Jack And Jill
A R I E L L E
We’ve checked in, gotten dressed, and were told all the rules and regulations, as well as taught how to use our paintball guns. The employee is still talking, but I’m barely paying attention at this point. I’m antsy, I want to get out there and shoot some shit.
Despite the man teasing about some of the hidden areas amongst the course, I feel a hand on my ass and Nate ‘s presence at my back, his breath hot against the shell of my ear, “I never thought I’d be saying so, but you look fit as fuck in tactical gear.”
I lean into his body, biting down on my lower lip.
He looks pretty damn good, too.
We’re set up in two teams—Nate, myself, and James versus Chase, Jin, and Nadia.
Nadia was supposed to stay with the bridesmaids, but she really didn’t want to do the spa day. It didn’t bother Zara either way, so she’s spending the day with her sisters at the spa while the rest of us are going to go paintballing followed by go-karting. We’ll get to see the rest of the girls later tonight during the party where I’m sure they’ll be rested up nicely.
Chase originally wanted Nate on his team, however, he didn’t want me on his team like the dick he is. I think he just wants to be able to shoot at me, in all honesty.
The thing is, though, Nate refused to be on the opposing team from me. I’m not sure why though.
The way this is set up, they start either team on opposite sides of the arena so that we can meander across the open space to find our enemies.
Eventually, the employee shuts up and we’re finally able to begin.
The three of us—Nate, James, and myself—are the blue team, while Chase’s is the red. As we begin to walk up a slight incline to the place where we’ll start, we’re taking it easy. I think we’re about to kick Chase’s ass, to be honest.
When James starts jogging in front of us, I question him on it. “I’m going to get there quick, see if I can’t spot a good sniper spot.” He has a big smile on his face. “Can’t wait to shoot the shit out of Cha Cha.”
Yes, Jin’s Cha Cha nickname for Chase has stuck around.
Nate and I aren’t in any particular hurry, but we’re also rather confident that Chase’s team will lose. As we observe James running ahead, I decide to ask him, “Why’d you wanna’ be on my team so fuckin’ bad?”
“I’m always on your team.”
Butterflies erupt in my stomach.
“Chase wanted you on his, why didn’t you do it?”
“It doesn’t really matter, yeah?”
I turn around as we walk so that I’m facing him. I admire the way he looks in his camouflaged outfit—there’s something authoritative and sexy about it. As I take careful steps backwards, I admit, “It matters to me.”
He avoids my gaze and shrugs. “I don’t want to shoot at you.”
I arch an eyebrow. Why is that important? The entire point of this is to fire the paintballs at our opponents, fucking them or not.
He must sense I’m confused because he adds, in a quiet tone, “I don’t wanna’ hurt you, my love.”
My heart clenches in my chest. He’s so fucking sweet.
I decide to keep my response light. “It’s just some bruises. What’s the difference between a few bruises from paintballing and a red mark on my ass from you spanking me?”
His tongue darts out, slowly drawing along his lips as a smirk tugs at his mouth. “I know you have a pain kink, babygirl, but that doesn’t mean I’m alright with shooting projectiles at you with the idea of harming you.”
I laugh, “Oh, I have a pain kink? You don’t?” I extend a hand, pointing out the many, many tattoos that litter his tanned skin. Some of which are in rather intensely excruciating locations.
“Arielle—” he teases, that playful sparkle in his eye, “You have a part of your pussy pierced.”
“And what about it?” I’m unable to wipe the smile from my face. “You have piercings, too.”
“But I don’t have my dick pierced.” He laughs.
“Nate, you have your fuckin’ throat tattooed. And the side of your fuckin’ head.”
“I guess it takes one to know one then, yeah?”
“Fair enough.” I turn back around so we’re facing the same direction as we walk to home base. “At least when we kill Chase, we can bask in that victory together.”
“I’ll never let him live it down,” Nate ‘s smile only grows and I know he’s telling the truth.
Eventually, we reach the area where we’re supposed to start. James is nowhere to be found, so I can only assume he’s found a good location to stay hidden in the shadows and pick off the red team one by one.
I know the buzzer will go off soon and we’ll begin, so I position myself behind a large wall speckled with various colours of paint. Nate walks past—not wasting an opportunity to slap my ass playfully—and heads to a stack of tires that he finds shelter behind.
He crouches down and then turns to me, offering a thumbs up.
I return the gesture and then adjust my goggles as I wait to hear the signal. I don’t exactly have a game plan for how to approach this, but I think I want to take it slow and careful. I know Chase well and I think he’s going to go balls to the wall with this, as will Jin.
Jin has little to no patience with anything and everything, so I highly doubt he’ll hide. He’s the type that when he plays online video games, he’d be throwing grenades in open rooms and firing from the hip—without aiming—and just praying he’ll hit someone. I genuinely think that’s how he’ll treat this.
As will Chase. He has an ego when it comes to shit like this. It was the same yesterday at the escape room. He walked in with the attitude that he didn’t need anybody else to complete it and the end result was that Nate, James and I did majority of the work.
I love the guy to death, but puzzles aren’t his strong suit.
That’s why I think James’ plan on how to approach this is smart. Chase and Jin are about to run through this area like chickens with their heads cut off.
The alarm to signal the start suddenly starts blaring and it scares the shit out of me. I actually jump, clutching my chest while exhaling a curse word.
When the sound finally stops echoing around us, I can hear Chase and Jin simultaneously yelling out some sort of battle cries and I fight the urge to laugh. I see Nate stifling laughter, ducking his head down as his shoulders shake.
After maybe two or three minutes, I can hear their footsteps getting closer and ultimately, a couple shots are fired from—what sounds like—one gun. “Chase! What the fuck?” Jin shouts.
“Fuck, sorry, man! I thought you were the other team.”
It sounds like Chase accidentally shot at Jin, in typical Chase fashion.
“Did you miss the big red bib?”
“It was an automatic thing, I saw a body and—gimme’ a break!”
Nate and I make eye contact, trying our best not to laugh at their ridiculousness. Chase and Jin are like twins separated at birth. There are way too many ways that they’re similar, it’s scary sometimes.
However, when they get quiet, Nate leans forward to peer around the stack of tires he’s hiding behind. He then points somewhere in front of me—on the other side of the wall—and drags the fingers to the left, signaling to me that someone is attempting to sneak around me.
I spin, securing my hold on the paintball gun. I decide to not peer around the corner of the wall, no matter how badly I want to. Eventually, someone does walk past me and just continues on, obviously not having seen me.
That’s when I realize it’s none other than Chase. A smirk stretches on my lips and I lift my gun to carefully aim straight at the middle of his back. The second I pull the trigger, he twists to spot me, so the paintball splats against his side just over his ribs. It covers him in blue and he groans out in pain and frustration as I suddenly take off in the opposite direction before Jin catches up and comes to shoot me.
“Seriously? Fuck. Already?”
I don’t look back as he yells out my name in annoyance, running past Nate in a blur as he laughs so hard he’s doubled over with his palms pressed to his knees. “Run, fuck!” I beg him as I round the tires and head for a large culvert that I dive to my chest and begin to crawl through.
Exiting the culvert, I head for a small barn, paranoidly glancing around at every opportunity. At the last second I duck inside, I spot Nadia walking very slowly right out in the open. I don’t think she spots me, so I use it to my advantage and head to the other side of the barn to sneak around her.
As I’m leaning out the door to get a good look, Nate comes up behind me and I signal to him that Nadia is close by. “Have you seen Jin?” I ask, scanning the area for sight of him.
He shakes his head. “I haven’t, but watch your back.”
“I’m gonna’ try and get Nadia,” I tell him.
He nods, “Good luck, babygirl. I got your back.”
Stepping out into the open, I quickly scurry towards where I last saw Nadia, being careful to not be visible for long. I weave in and out of various barricades, eventually circling right around without being able to find her.
That’s when I realize it was a trick—that she was baiting me to her location so one of her team members can get me. I spin, ready to run for safety when I see Jin lifting his gun towards me. I prepare for the blow, however, at the last moment, Nate ‘s suddenly in front of me and he takes the shot straight to the chest and red paint explodes against his vest.
I aim around him as he begins to duck, shooting Jin three times in succession—in a panic that I don’t mean to do—and it creates a line across his torso.
“Nadia’s somewhere around here,” Nate warns, “Go.”
I take his advice and book it back towards where I believe James is camping out. At least if I stay near him—if he’s still in play—I’ll have someone to watch my back. I manage to find James amongst the top floor of a building not far from where we began. The sun catches the end of his gun, reflecting a bit of light that signals to me where he is.
It makes me feel better about carefully wandering around the space where I know he can see me, which is exactly what I do. As I near a stack of bales of hay, Nadia suddenly pops out, aiming her gun right at me.
But I hear the sound as James fires his gun and the paintball whips past me, hitting Nadia in her vest. The impact causes the blue dye to splatter everywhere, all the way up to her goggles.
The second the crack! echoes around us, I hear James yelling from the upper floor of the building and he suddenly leaps to his feet and charges down the stairs.
He makes it within three feet of me before we’re both suddenly hit with paintballs. James is hit in the thigh and I’m hit in the side—somehow perfectly in a space where the vest doesn’t cover me. It fucking stings like hell and I know it’ll bruise. I clutch my side, pulling away my hand to stare at the red paint that decorates my palm.
Looking up, I find Chase with a smile on his face.
“Chase! What the fuck! That isn’t how this shit works.”
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