Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 124
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 124 - 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 During His Birthday
ARIELLE
Nate didn’t want to do anything special for this birthday. With Chase and Zara being new parents, he knew they wouldn’t really want to do anything. Although I’m sure they would’ve come out if he’d have asked, I know what they truly want is to spend time with Arissa.
The only things he requested for this evening is that he get to spend time with me, and he wants to get high. Other than that, he just wants a chill night at home.
With the joint in his hand, he seems relaxed, happy, at ease. He puts it between his lips and takes a drag, leaning in close to me. I open my mouth and put it to his as he shotguns the smoke past my teeth.
“I got a present for you.” I admit, I’m super fucking excited for his gift. It’s been extremely hard to keep it a secret, especially when Nate and I don’t keep things from one another. Not only do I hate keeping shit hidden, it actually really bothers me. Even when it’s a fucking birthday present.
“Did you?” He inquires, having another drag. “What’d you get me?”
I lift the lid on the ottoman and pull out the small, carefully wrapped item. I place it on the couch cushion between us, leaning close to him to give him a lingering kiss. “Happy birthday.”
He passes the joint off to me and I drag on it as he delicately begins unwrapping the paper. When it’s all off, it exposes an expensive watch.
Deciding what to get him was a bit difficult, but not really. The thing is, with his birthday being so close to Christmas, sometimes I run out of ideas of shit to give to him, but this time I had an idea fairly quickly.
“This is wicked cool, babe.” He undoes the clasp and slides it over his hand to admire the way it looks against his tattooed skin. It looks great, like he’s about to slip on a suit and look sexy and suave for his job as a CEO.
“There’s something else.” I stub the joint out in the ashtray, feeling the weed coursing through my veins. I feel relaxed, and good.
“Which is?”
“You got the job.”
Ever since I started schooling to become an auto electrician, Nate began his search for a job. When I’d heard about a position being open for an auto designer at the same place where I’m set to begin work, I inquired more about it, positive that Nate would be perfect for it.
It was only a couple days ago when they told me that he was the applicant they’d chosen. That’s why I decided to get him the fancy watch. Not only will it be useful for him at work, but it’ll make him appear professional and super fucking sexy.
I can’t wait to be able to see him at the office everyday. For him to call me into his office space so we can discuss light design, among things.
He’s unable to hide his smile. He envelops me in a hug, pulling back to kiss me. “I love you,” he mutters against my lips. “Thank you.”
Considering it’s Nate ‘s birthday, he obviously deserves to be spoiled. But, I mean, he deserves to be spoiled every day with the way he treats me as his girlfriend.
That being said, I’ve gone all out with tonight’s treat. Not only do I have a whole thing set up, but it involves his belt, a lingerie set, and some of the very toys that Nate has teased me about in the past.
I stand from the couch, “I’ll be right back. Have to use the washroom.”
He’s stoned, so he’s not really bothered by the fact that I sneak past the bathroom and head for our bedroom. I’m high too, so it takes me a second to remember where I’ve stored some of the things I’ve planned for tonight.
However, I quickly slip out of my dress and change, preparing myself for what’s about to come.
Or rather, who’s about to cum.
The answer? Both of us.
I’ve gone and changed my nipple rings to little barbells that have an N on either side. I found them online when I was Christmas shopping and knew I needed them. With how much he’s obsessed with my piercings, he’s going to love them.
The lingerie I’ve got on could honestly barely be considered clothing. The bra is a series of wires, with delicate satin bows that perfectly cover my nipples. The thong’s waistband is high on my waist, a tiny scrap of fabric that’s sure to have Nate losing his mind. I know he’s going to love it.
I’ve also done something else that we haven’t done in a long time—I’ve got a butt plug inside of me, wanting this to be an extra special night for my boyfriend. It’s creating that pleasurable sense of fullness in me that I’m aware is only going to increase when Nate ‘s inside me.
So, perhaps this entire thing isn’t entirely a treat for him. I get a lot out of it too. Perhaps I’m being a bit selfish that way.
Despite slipping the lingerie on and the plug in, I’ve gotten back into my leather dress. The moment I moved in and Nate saw this very dress hanging in our closet, he nearly lost it. Which is exactly why I’ve chosen to wear it today.
So, when I step back out of the bedroom after changing the things under my dress, he doesn’t immediately notice anything different. I’d planned for this—for it to be a surprise.
Nonetheless, stepping out of the hallway, he still can’t tear his eyes off of me. He’s gotten up from the sofa and is standing near the chaise part of it, assumingly putting something away on the dining table.
The way he looks at me, sets me on fucking fire. He never fails to make me feel incredibly beautiful.
At this moment—with the way he’s looking at me—a meteor could strike the earth and the world could burn to nothing and there’s no way in hell I’d ever trade this man to save another soul. I love him far too much.
I approach him and he puts his hands to my hips, smoothing over the faux leather.
“Angel—” He’s occasionally used that pet name on me, and I’ve always found it interesting. He calls me it, but I truly believe he’s the angel. He’s the angel that’s fallen from the heavens to protect me in the most selfless ways.
His tattooed fingers reach for the zipper between my breasts, and he leans down to press his mouth against my jawline. He tugs against the zip, and it begins to descend, exposing more skin the further he pulls it down.
When it finally reaches the hem and is undone, the dress splits open and Nate —who was sucking love bites against my collarbone—takes a step back to appreciate what he’s revealed. “Jesus Christ, Arielle.” His eyes scan me, unsure where to land as I hook my fingers under the straps to the dress to tug them off my shoulders, allowing the dress to fall to the floor.
He reaches for the buttons on his shirt. Holding my gaze, he slowly and deliberately begins to unfasten them. My eyes fixate on him, my mouth drying with each inch of tattooed skin that he exposes to me.
His eyes are rimmed with red, but I’m positive mine match. We’ve fucked high like this once before and it made everything that much more intense and the reminder of that only makes me more excited.
When he slips the shirt off his shoulders, I take in all of his bare torso, shifting my stance, which causes the plug to move in my ass and my piercing to rub deliciously. Being aware of the fact that I know the surprise I’m hiding is making me feel all that naughtier because I know what his reaction is going to be to it.
His gaze rakes down my body with such desire that it sends tingles all across my skin. With eyes hazed over with weed and lust, he gropes his cock through his jeans. “Is this what you want, babygirl?”
“Mm,” I hum, “Soon. Patience, my love.”
He smirks, wetting his lips.
“Now, get rid of the pants and boxers.”
He’s clearly amused and turned on at my demand. I’m pleased when he relents and does as I ask, finally exposing himself completely bare for me.
I walk to him, closing the distance between us to grab his belt off the floor. I urge him to turn around, but he pauses and raises an eyebrow. “You’re gonna’ tie my hands with my belt?”
“I have something special planned.”
“I can see that,” he replies lowly, his gaze sweeping over my lingerie set again.
Without me having to ask twice, he spins and holds his wrists together at his back. Delicately, I loop the belt around him and tie it up, ensuring it’s secure enough to keep them together, but not enough to hurt him.
“Take a seat,” I tell him, pointing to one of our dining chairs that I’ve already pulled up for his viewing pleasure. It’s fucking hilarious—I know—but I make a mental reminder to sanitize the seat of that chair later since Nate ‘s bare ass will be seated on it.
What little of an ass he has.
Still cute, though.
I tell him to sit still and depart from the room, heading to our bedroom to quickly slip on a pair of tall heels. I also grab one of the toys that I brought when I moved here—the dildo that Nate once found in my nightstand, and I scurry back to him.
In the heels I’m in, I do it carefully, not wanting to trip and fall on my ass. I find that Nate has been good and he hasn’t moved. The moment he can see what I’m carrying in my hands, he raises the eyebrow with the slit cut into it, hiding his amused smirk by licking his lips.
“You weren’t kidding,” he comments as I move to sit on the chaise part of the sectional. “You really do have something special planned.”
“All for the birthday boy,” I assure him. The music from earlier still thumps lowly around us as I spread my legs for his view.
It isn’t until I lay on my back and really spread my legs that he must see the butt plug because I hear him suck air in past his teeth, followed by a groan. “You have a plug in?”
Instead of answering, I pull the fabric that covers my pussy and ass to the side, allowing him to get the full picture. “D’you like that?”
“Fuck, Arielle, you’re killing me.”
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