Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 15
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 15 - 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 They Chill
“And the things I remember best, those are the things I wasn’t supposed to do and I did them anyway. Life is too damn short to be following these rules.” — Denny Duquette
A/N: keep up with the comments babes! a warning for those of you, this chapter is rated very!!! m for 🌚
Z A Y N
Arielle sits beside me, cross legged and clutching a PS4 controller in between her hands. We’ve been playing a video game online where we face people all over the world. Clearly Arielle’s played this before because she’s shooting fuckers left, right, and centre without flinching.
I’ll admit, it’s hard to focus on the screen in front of me when she’s wearing a skirt that’s ridden up her thighs in the position she sits. I hear her joysticks go haywire and she yells at the screen, causing me to look back only to find that I’ve died.
I groan out in annoyance, tossing the controller onto the coffee table. I stand from the sofa and saunter over to the kitchen cabinets where I know I keep a small and discrete tin.
I remove it from the drawer, taking out the spliff I rolled only two days ago. Grabbing a lighter, I head back over to sit beside Arielle. She doesn’t tear her eyes away from the television, focused on wreaking havoc on another player.
After lighting the marijuana cigarette, I toss my lighter down, inhaling deeply on the joint. Smoke swirls around my tongue and I hold it in as long as I can, exhaling it to create a cloud of white before me.
I watch Arielle’s point of view on the TV as she sneaks around a corner and nails some guy in the head. What follows are a series of profanities from the guy whose character she ended. She doesn’t waste time in moving on, ensuring she’s running after the next guy.
I inhale it into my lungs again, blowing smoke rings into the air.
“Do you mind?” Arielle asks, not pulling her eyes from the game.
I look at her, confused. Thinking she hates the skunky smell of weed, I move towards the ashtray, but I’m proven wrong when she extends a free hand in my direction as an inaudible way to ask for the cigarette.
“Well,” she urges, “C’mon now, before someone shoots me.”
Smirking, I hand it to her and watch as she quickly places it in her mouth, balancing it on her lips as she places both hands back on the controller to kick more ass. We’re sitting so close together, I can hear it when she inhales deeply with the spliff between her fingers before she passes it back to me.
Arielle holds it in longer than I ever expected her to, and I can’t help but watch her in amazement as she blows it past her gorgeous lips. I drag on it again, observing her character get shot in the game.
With no lives left, she does as I do, placing her controller on the coffee table. She then turns to me and scoots closer so that she’s able to have another hit. It’s fucking sexy watching her. Especially when she copies me by blowing shapes into the air between us.
I grab the spliff from her hands and put it back to my lips.
When Arielle looks at me after I’ve inhaled, she places a hand to my chest and angles her face so that she’s just inches from my lips. Her eyes flutter from my lips up to hold my gaze as she waits for me to shotgun it into her mouth.
She parts her lips, inhaling at the same time I exhale, just centimetres from kissing me. When she exhales, the remainder of smoke creates a pattern from her nostrils that distracts me until she presses her lips to mine.
Her eyes, now rimmed with red, hold an unspoken lust to them and I know what’s coming. Smoke billows thick around us as we both enjoy our stoned state. Mellowed out and feeling rather happy and horny, I can’t help but think today has been a really good day.
Five minutes later, we’re both fully stoned and my hand has found it’s way under the back of her shirt where I’ve been lazily tracing shapes against her skin. When my hands travel just a touch lower, I’m sure that I need to see her without this skirt.
“Babygirl, I want you to ride my fuckin’ cock, right here. Right now.”
My lips are to her ear and I inhale her familiar scent, now stained with weed and lust that drips from her as she bathes in the words I’ve spoken, hot and threatening. My brazen words causing a sudden shift in mood.
I’m buzzing from the high, the sensation of her skin against mine seeming ten times more intense than it usually is. “C’mere,” I mutter, grabbing her waist to lead her to my lap.
She scoots her body across the surface, moving to straddle my legs. As she adjusts herself, she rocks herself into my cock and I groan out at the intensified feeling while she wets her lips. Feeling impatient, my lips capture hers as her sinful fucking body molds itself to me. My eager hands glide across her curves, finding her beautiful ass.
She gasps, rocking her hips into me and I fight the urge to clench my jaw as she deepens the kiss. Arielle hitches her skirt further up her hips and moves even closer to me, flashing me her frilly little knickers in the process.
I groan out, lips swollen as she pulls away from my mouth and hooks her fingers into the hem of my shirt, yanking it over my body. When I drop my arms down, my one hand finds herclitand I rub gentle circles over the nerve through the fabric.
Jesus, she’s fucking soaked.
Pushing her chest to mine, she forces my head back when she pulls my hair. Her lips find mine just as I push her knickers to the side and run a finger across her folds, revelling in how wet she always is for me.
Teasingly, I circle my middle finger around her entrance, and she releases a loud gasp when I slide only the tip of my finger into her. She grips onto my shoulders and my gaze focuses on the way her eyelashes flutter and how her mouth falls open in the most beautifully erotic way.
“Stop being a tease,” she mumbles breathlessly. She fails at her attempt to hide how aroused she is for me, revealed to my fingers at the wetness that’s quickly pooled between her thighs. Arielle spreads her legs further for me and reaches for the top button on her flannel patterned shirt.
She flutters those eyelashes again, grinding her pussy against my fingers while undoing the first button. I wet my lips in excitement, knowing what lies underneath this fabric. As much as she tells me to stop being a tease, I know she wants just the opposite. The teasing is the best foreplay for her and I think she fucking knows I get off on it too.
“You know this pussy’s mine, right?” I say lowly, observing the way she reacts to my words.
When I slide two fingers into her, she licks her lips and undoes the next button while holding eye contact with me. I curl my fingers inside of her as the heel of my hand brushes against herclitwith each pump. She doesn’t fail to surprise me when she moves her hips up and down, fucking herself on my fingers.
“Yes,” she whimpers, submitting to me.
A third button is undone and my eyes are blessed with the view of her her tits resting in her bra. The sight of Arielle using my fingers to fuck herself while slowly undressing and moaning wildly has my cock growing harder by the second and I have to readjust myself in my jeans that only become tighter.
My lips find her neck, pushing my digits deep inside of her. I begin a hickey as she stills herself, continuing to undo buttons as I take control in thrusting my fingers inside her. Arielle throws her head back, hair falling in waves against her back. I suck harshly on the skin of her neck, admiring the way I can feel her pulse race that signals to me she isn’t far from cumming.
“You gonna’ cumon my fingers, babe?” I husk in her ear, smoothing my tongue over the bruise that begins forming.
“Yes,” she gasps as I speed up my pace. “Fuck, yes. Right there, Nate.”
I’m officially rock fucking hard in my jeans and it’s both an uncomfortable and amazing feeling. I’m heavily anticipating the moment I’ll be free of this fabric and buried deep within the warmth I crave.
Being stoned and touching her skin makes me feel like I’m a cloud filled with lightning that, every time I brush against her skin, feels as though I’ve struck a live wire. As if the lightning has struck and shoots through her body and races back through mine.
“Nate,” Arielle cries, biting down on her lower lip. She releases a series of strangled whimpers and I feel her clench around my fingers. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she desperately rubs herself against my fingers until she’s quivering above me and collapses into my chest.
Retracting my fingers from her, I slide them into my mouth, keeping eye contact with her while cleaning her arousal from them. Arielle surprises me when she grips my wrist between her hands, pulling my fingers to her lips to suck them in between her plump lips.
Arching her chest towards me, her hands grip my zipper and she wets her lips, asking me, “You want me to take your cock in my mouth?” When the zipper is completely undone, I groan out at the slight sensation of relief from being confined and utterly hard.
Teasingly, she cups her hand over me and bites her lip while watching my expression.
She scoots herself off my body, smirking at me while fully removing her shirt, skirt, and knickers. I lift myself from the sofa to take off my jeans and boxer-briefs only to sit beside her, fully naked and shamelessly ready for her.
When I spread my knees and relax into the seat, she crawls on her hands and knees to my body, lifting her ass in the air and finally wrapping her delicate hands around my needy cock. I admire the catlike bend in her back and the way her naked ass is high in the air for my hands to grope. Taking a fistful of ass, I spank her, admiring the bounce from the action.
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