Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 21
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 21 - 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 Eats Dessert
“I can taste it on your mouth and I can’t leave it.
You’re a freak like me, can’t you see?”
— Nate Motherfuckin’ Carter
A/N: okay so both the title of this chapter as well as the quote indicates and confirms that this chapter has smut. did y’all really expect anything else from me in this particular story fhdjdjd leave lots of comments if you’d like part 3 of the triple update!
A R I E L L E
“Cock-a-doodle-doo,” Nate ‘s voice rasps lowly in my ear, peppering hot kisses against the curve of my neck while his hand wanders across my bare hip where his shirt that I’m wearing has ridden up on my body. He pushes his hips towards mine, còck brushing lustfully against my ass.
I laugh at his joke, leaning back to reach a hand behind myself and thread it through his hair. “Good morning,” I breathe, humming as his finger hooks into the collar of my shirt, pulling it off my shoulder so he’s able to trail kisses across my back.
“Mm,” he hums, lips dragging over my flesh, “Morning.”
“You woke up in a mood,” I point out as he walks across the curve of my thigh with his fingers, smoothing his palm over me, raising goosebumps. He pulls my shirt up further, momentarily playing with my navel piercing.
He adjusts the comforter on top of us, and I roll on my back as he moves to hover over me. He places his palms flat on either side of my body, capturing my lips. When he pulls away, he runs a tattooed hand along my tummy.
“Such a hórny boy,” I muse as he wets his lips and gives me that look. I run my hands through his locks, pulling the sides of his face to mine in order to make out with him for what I can only assume is the second time of many this morning.
“Always when you’re around.” He replies smugly.
His hands grab the bottom of his shirt and I sit up on the bed, raising my hands above my head as he drags the material off my body. He groans when my breasts are exposed to him, eyes focused on the fresh piercings.
“Shit,” he murmurs under his breath, adjusting himself in his boxer-briefs. His hands cup my breasts, careful to not touch my nípples. “Fuckin’ brilliant.”
He sucks air in between his teeth, leaning his head in towards mine. He sucks my lower lip into his mouth knowing it’ll elicit a moan from me. His mouth follows the edge of my jawline, working down my carotid artery, across my chest and down to the valley of my breasts.
He gently pushes mytits together, tongue darting out to lick his lips. His pupils dilate and I thread my digits through his hair again, arching into him. Nate presses hot, open mouthed kisses between my breasts, focusing on the lower centre where he sucks at the skin, eliciting a pinch of pain as he creates a hickey.
My panties dampen when he looks up at me with his stunning eyes, reaching a hand down to run his cold ring across myclitthrough the thin material. I wet my lips, fucking excited and suddenly rather hórny.
Good morning to me.
I whimper his name, tugging lightly on his roots.
After finishing the love bite, he runs his tongue slowly up my chest, keeping eye contact with me the entire time. He kisses me again, adjusting himself above me so that he’s much lower.
Wasn’t expecting this this morning, but fuck, it’s a good treat.
Lowkey I’m sure it’s because Hayes didn’t make me cùm yesterday and now Nate ‘s trying to rub that in his face, but who am I to complain? If he’s willing to be giving and offer his tongue and cock for my pleasure then who am I to deny him that?
Especially when I’ve been so sexually frustrated since last night.
Nate settles himself between my legs, laying on his chest only a few inches from my pussy. It’s a sight I could never get tired of—his long eyelashes, his incredibly bewitching eyes, his full, pouty lower lip, and his tattooed hands settled on each bare thigh. He wets those inviting lips of his, focused on my covered pussy.
“I like these,” he tells me, running a ringed finger over my entrance, covered in black cheeky panties. “It’s like getting to unwrap a gift,” he smirks.
“Well, it’s all yours this morning. So feel free to open it however you’d like.”
He groans in approval, moving forward to the waistband which he places kisses above, holding my gaze from underneath his flurry of eyelashes. His teeth grab hold of the material and he holds eye contact with me as he drags my panties down my legs.
“If I had pockets I’d stuff these in my back one,” he discloses with a smirk. His large hands grab hold of my thighs and he pushes them further apart. He grabs my right leg and he slings it over his shoulder, licking his lips at what awaits him.
“What a sight.” His hand rests in the curve of my pelvis, thumb ghosting over my clit. His lips kiss a slow trail starting from above my knee until he’s at the apex of my thighs. “You have the most gorgeous, sweetest tasting pussy.” He buries himself deep between my legs, watching my reaction from under his eyelashes.
Jesus Christ.
My breath catches in my throat at the first lick, soft and slow, that he only does to tease me. He gives me a smug smile and chuckles, loving being the damn tease he is. He circles myclitwith his tongue, pressing ever so lightly against the bundle of nerves and I arch off the bed, reaching between my legs to grab his hair.
My eyes screw shut and I buck my hips when he teases around my entrance, groaning at the taste of my arousal. He dips his tongue in my pussy, smirking when I hook my other leg over his shoulder and give his head an encouraging push.
He drags his tongue flat up me and is forced to pin my hips to the mattress, too turned on at the sight of him eating me out to stay still. “Nate,” I moan as he wraps his lips around myclitand sucks the nerve while holding my gaze.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he tells me before thrusting his tongue deep inside me. His pace quickens and I grind my hips up against his tongue, my thighs tightening their grip around his head. He reaches a hand up and places two fingers between my lips, which I suck greedily.
A low, throaty moan falls from his lips, vibrating against my clit. When he removes his fingers from my mouth, his left hand and my right end up intertwined. My free hand fists in the comforter while my other squeezes Nate ‘s hand tightly, crying out as he works on myclitagain.
“Fuck,” I moan as pressure builds and my toes curl.
“Mm,” Nate hums, knowing the vibrations are enough to send me over the edge. My hand squeezes his again, knuckles white and breath short. Nate flicks his tongue over me, knowing to stop just short of my climax, teasing me so that when he finally makes me cüm, it’ll make my knees weak and myclitpulse.
A strangled cry falls from my lips and I arch off the bed when he sucks on the nerve between his plump lips and holds my gaze. “Oh, fuck, Nate,” I moan, absolutely breathless.
He releases my hand, using the same fingers I sucked on to circle around my entrance, getting up from his position. He crawls until he’s hovering over my body, hand finding myclitand I bite my lip when his cold ring touches my sensitive skin.
With his hand between us, he slides two fingers deep inside me, curling them to hit my G-spot. His mouth finds mine and he kisses me passionately, welcoming the taste of my own arousal into my mouth.
I squirm beneath him, gasping when he thrusts his fingers into me faster, brushing the heel of his palm against myclitwhile trailing kisses down my throat as I arch into him. He continues pressing his lips to my skin in a path down my chest, avoiding my still-healing nípple piercings and placing his mouth in the valley of my breasts.
He sucks another love bite into the flesh there, capturing my gaze as he continues fucking me with his talented fingers. “Nate, I—” I start, but my breath catches in my throat and pleasure rips through my body so intense that my skin instantly flushes and I cry out in euphoria.
“Holy fuck,” Nate grunts when he feels my walls clench around his fingers, licking over the fresh hickey, straight up the valley of my breasts, up the curve of my neck and continuing until his tongue makes its way into my mouth. He steals whatever breath I have left in my lungs, kissing me in a way that only he does.
We’re forced to break apart as I come down from my high and he removes his fingers from me, sucking them into his mouth.
Jesus, Nate.
“How could he not make you cùm?” He asks, smirking. “I reckon you’re quite orgasmic.”
I shrug my shoulders because I honestly don’t have the answer to that. Nate ‘s dick is bigger than Hayes’, Nate is both better at and uses more foreplay, he also has similar kinks to me and makes me feel incredibly sexy. And by making me feel sexy, I feel more confident and it’s easier for me to cùm.
Nate smirks, wetting his lips. “Maybe it’s me, yeah?” He whispers, kissing me again.