Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 12
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 12 - 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 He’s Enamoured
“In life you’re either the passenger or the driver. The choice is yours.” — Unknown
Z A Y N
When sunlight hits my face and interrupts my deep sleep, I tuck my head further into what I assume is my pillow. The second I smell a perfume-y scent, I’m reminded that I’m not alone in my bed.
No, the situation is very much the opposite. Arielle is in my bed, wearing absolutely nothing but one of my shirts that I gave to her late last night that’s managed to ride up and expose half her body as she’s slept. She’s also wearing the panties she came in, but there’s so little of fabric that I’m not even sure they could be considered an article of clothing. My boxers serve as the only thing that truly separates our naked bodies, but even through the thin fabric I find that her touch is intoxicating.
Frankly, after we had round two last night I don’t even remember putting my boxers back on. All I can recall is Arielle’s lips wrapped around my cock begging me to cüm in her mouth, which resulted in me doing just that.
As I lay here, nestling my cock up against her ass I have horrible flashbacks to sleeping with Sara. I know that it’s inevitable that I’ll have to see her again but I start to doubt if I can risk losing my sanity when I’m lying here next to Arielle.
I ignore the thought entirely and shift further into her, creating friction that I crave. I run a hand along her body, trailing it from her shoulder down to her hip. I know she’s awake when she arches herself into me in an attempt to return that friction and so I keep my hand wandering. My fingers find the hem of my shirt and she sighs as I dance my digits up her bare skin.
When I place my lips to her neck and begin to suck her delicate skin, she sighs, twisting in my touch. She arches her neck to give me better access and reaches a hand up to entangle it within my hair. “Nate —” she moans, which only causes me to crave her even more.
My hand meanders across her body until I’m holding her right breast in my hand. My fingers tease her nípple at the same time my tongue runs over the love bite I’ve created.
“Good morning, love,” I whisper in her ear. She hums in response, rolling over and pushing me to my back so that she’s able to straddle me. The thought of the little amount of fabric separating me from being inside of her has me mumbling a profanity and wishing she’d let me do what I please with her.
She smirks. “Good morning, Babyboy.” When she bites down on her lip and grinds her hips into mine, I throw my head back against the pillow as a low moan pushes past my lips. “You’re a fuckin’ tease, you know that?”
“You do realize you’re the one rubbing against my cock right now, right?”
She places her palms firmly against my tattooed chest, digging her nails into my skin as she tempts me with her hips again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Carter.” She muses, holding my gaze as her hands now reach for the hem of the shirt hanging loosely on her body. I tear my eyes away from hers and watch with lust filled eyes as she pulls the shirt up just enough until it rests below her beautiful títs.
My hands instinctively reach for her, finding her waist and running upwards. Everything about her body is so perfect that it’s hard not to fantasize about all of the things I want to do to her. I’m still surprised she showed up at my front door wearing next to nothing but I’m not complaining.
Not when I get to experience shit like this.
She suddenly presses her chest to mine, arching so that the gorgeous curve of her back along with her ass accentuated in skimpy knickers is the first thing my eyes see. She adjusts herself on top of me, purposefully ensuring that all of the blood I have in my body is rushing to my dick. My right hand grabs a fistful of ass and I’m reminded that this is how things started last night.
I hum a moan, wetting my lips as I find Arielle’s mesmerizingly green eyes. “Unless you want me to fuck you right now, you’d better quit that.”
She smirks, sitting back up. “Well, if you wanna’ be like that,” she teases, moving to get off me. But not without tormenting me and my semi-hard cock.
Jesus Christ.
If we don’t fuck again this morning I’m going to have to finish myself off in the shower ... again.
When she’s standing beside the bed, she stares at me, seemingly admiring my ink. “You wanna’ tell me why you showed up on my doorstep last night?” I question, curious as to her answer. I scoot myself off the mattress so that I’m standing beside her. I want to know what her reasons are for giving into my booty call so eagerly.
She purses her lips, wetting them as she watches me. Her lips are naturally a distracting shade of pink and quite plump which only makes me think of her on her knees before me, or kissing me like she did last night.
My hands grab her waist and I pull her to me. “I told you,” she muses. “You have useful parts.” She whispers the last part, running her tongue along those sinful lips of her to tease me.
“Is that all I’m good for? A good fuck?” My hands find her ass and I rest them there as she leans into me.
She smiles and teasingly shrugs her shoulders. Her hands run through my hair as she admires my nose ring, when she suddenly pulls away from me and begins walking towards the bedroom door. When she’s at the threshold, she grabs onto it and swings herself around exuberantly, telling me, “Is your ego hurt, Babyboy?”
She’s clearly in a very playful mood as she stands on her tippy toes, bends her one leg and raises it up sexily in another move to tease the shit out of me. She looks as if she’s using the door casing as some sort of pole and it’s crazy hot though it’s just her being a tease. I think she knows that I adore the sight of her bare legs. Imagining them wrapped around my neck while my tongue is buried deep between them has me readjusting my growing böner within my boxers.
Jesus Christ, how does she affect me so easily?
“Babygirl, please.” I answer, licking my lips.
With that, she leaves me alone in the room and I curse to myself under my breath. After taking a second to compose myself, I follow after her. I find her in my living room, collecting her discarded clothing. Just as I enter the room, she’s retrieving one of her heels which I tossed across the room in a fit of desperation.
I note that she smirks as she holds the cuffs in her hands. She piles her things together on the couch and suddenly she’s got a phone in her hands.
“Where in the hell did you hide that thing?” I inquire. “It’s not like you had any pockets.”
She chuckles, “As if I’d tell you my secret.” She glances down at her cell phone and it appears she’s reading several text messages. Arielle unlocks it and responds to one before she finishes collecting her things.
“Going so soon?” I stand on the opposite side of the couch, leaning over it.
“Yeah,” she says vaguely. “I’ve got shit to do.”
When I note that she really hasn’t got anything proper to wear, I take it upon myself to head back to my bedroom. I quickly grab a pair of joggers and saunter back to the living room. “Here,” I tell her, handing her the clothing.
Reluctantly, she grabs them seeming unsure of whether to borrow them or not.
“S’not like we’re never going to see each other again.” I smirk.
Oh, I’m very much fantasizing about what’s next. Fuck, it’s all I can think about as she’s preparing to leave.
“Confident, are we?” She muses, slipping the sweats onto her legs after having taken them from my hands. “There’s that ego again.”
“What are you talking about, Babygirl?” I tease. “You’re the one who showed up at my house begging for me to fuck you.”
She fakes a gasp, “You texted me first.”
“One nickname got you that wet? Fuck, if I knew that earlier...” I trail off, admiring how she looks in my clothing. As I’m observing her, she begins putting her heels on. When she walks to me, now several inches taller and holding all of her belongings, she runs a hand along my stubble.
She leaves a lingering kiss to my lips, telling me, “See you soon, Carter.”
A R I E L L E
After leaving Nate ‘s place, I can’t help but feel extremely satisfied. There really isn’t another term to explain it, honestly.
So, when I pull into my driveway and spot Chase and Summer’s cars parked, I take a second glance at the clothes I’m wearing. Nate ‘s clothes. The two of them aren’t aware of many things. Firstly, they don’t know I went out last night. I went out so late that I didn’t warn them and that’s why Chase texted me several times when he woke and I wasn’t there. Second, they don’t know I was at Nate ‘s of all places. But lastly and most important, they don’t know of the fact that Nate and myself have this fuckbuddy sort of thing going on right now.
In all honesty I really don’t know how to explain the relationship that Nate and I share, but fuckbuddy sounds about right. We only really ever see each other when one or both of us is horny, we don’t share any real talk after sex, and then don’t talk much again until the cycle repeats itself.
I love that every time I leave him, I feel so fucking womanly. I feel sexy, confident, beautiful. I feel like I could conquer the fucking world and I love this feeling.
I can’t decide on whether or not to leave my items in the car. It’s hard to hide the trench coat, fishnets, high heels, and handcuffs without revealing that I’ve just gone off to seduce a man and am currently doing the so called ‘walk of shame.’
Stupid phrase, since I can fuck whomever I please and whenever I damn well please.
I ultimately decide fuck it and grab all of my belongings in my arms. When I let myself into the house, it’s quiet and I make a beeline for my bedroom. I manage to make it without seeing Chase nor Summer and I breathe a sigh of relief. I know if they caught wind of this I’d never hear the end of it. With Chase, especially.
Quickly, I slip on my own shirt and return the heels back to my closet. But I keep the sweats on, enjoying how comfortable they are. Instead, I decide it’s best to change underwear and wipe off the remnants of makeup left on my face from last night.
I try to play it nonchalant when I exit the bedroom and spot Summer and Chase now standing around the kitchen island. It doesn’t last long though because they both are clearly aware of the fact that I wasn’t home last night.
“Where were you?” Summer asks, placing some bread into the toaster. “Not that it matters, I’m just curious.”
“Where the fuck were you?” Chase asks and I roll my eyes.
“Wherever the fuck I wanted to be, Chase.”
Summer chuckles, grabbing margarine from the refrigerator.
“You mean at whomever’s house you were getting fucked at.” Chase re-words my earlier statement and I brush him off.
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