Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 23
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 23 - 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 She Teaches Him A Lesson
NATE
“So is that the plan for the day then?” I ask, picking up my jeans off the floor. Arielle smiles at me, toothbrush in hand. She leans against the door casing, squeezing out some toothpaste while nodding her head.
“Yeah, it sounds like fun.”
The two of us had made plans to go to the beach today. Arielle had suggested it when we were trying to come up with plans. Frankly, I’m fucking excited to see my girl in a bikini, but I’ve kept that to myself.
Well, that and I’m excited to rip around on jet skis, but I’m way more fucking excited for the first part.
“Want me to help you pick out a bikini?” I ask, smirking as I button up my jeans. I saunter into the bathroom as I wait for a response, standing behind her where I place my hands on her hips and watch her in the mirror as she brushes her teeth. “You could model them for me,” I murmur against the skin of her neck as I trail kisses down it.
With a mouthful of toothpaste, she replies, “Only if you’ll do the same for me.”
I chuckle, wetting my lips, “That can be arranged.”
As she bends over the sink to spit out her toothpaste, my shirt rides up her backside and I admire the skin that’s exposed, running my palms against her. “If you don’t stop that we’re never gonna’ get anywhere,” she breathes, turning around in my arms.
Her hands are quick to thread themselves in my hair and she leans into me. My lips find hers and she smiles into kiss—the fresh taste of mint overwhelming my mouth instantaneously. “I wouldn’t mind,” I say to her, lifting her onto the countertop as a squeal leaves her lips.
As I’m reaching for the hem of my shirt on her body, the doorbell rings and Arielle pulls away from me, hopping off the counter. “Fuck,” I mutter, “Do you really have to answer that?”
“I think you can put it in your pants for five minutes, babe.” She jogs away from my disappointed frame, grabbing a pair of pyjama shorts as she scurries along. I watch her exit the bedroom and use the opportunity to brush my own teeth with the extra toothbrush she provided for me.
When I’m done rinsing, I notice that Arielle hasn’t returned from answering the door. I can hear faint voices and so I slowly creep down the hallway, knowing I recognize the person who showed up unexpectedly.
“I’m sorry,” Hayes whines, as I glance sneakily around the corner so that he’s unable to see me but I can see him as he gives her a look intended to make her feel guilty. “I know you probably don’t want to see me, but I have to ask you something.”
Fucking douche.
“I don’t have anything to fuckin’ say to you,” Arielle hisses at him, moving to slam the door in his face. As she’s about to shut him out, he places his palm flat against the surface, stopping her from doing so.
“Ari, please. Just hear me out.”
“No,” she reiterates, pushing on the door again.
“Goddamn, Ari, I’m trying to help you!” He shouts, irritated. I didn’t know the fucker had a mean side in front of her—considering I could’ve sworn he only raised his voice when it came to me.
Deciding he deserves to leave pissed off, I quickly kick the jeans off my legs and make sure my hair is extra ruffled. I come around the corner of the hallway with a stretch and yawn nonchalantly, acting surprised when I see Hayes talking to Arielle.
Fucker doesn’t miss me, that’s for damn sure. He spots me immediately and gives me a glare when he sees that I’ve just come from the direction of Arielle’s bedroom in nothing more than my boxer-briefs. Plus, Arielle’s still wearing one of my shirts.
He seems startled for a moment, forgetting his place. He sighs and I saunter towards them, placing my hand on Arielle’s hip and secretly hoping he can see the out print of my dick—a dick that can bring a woman to multiple orgasms.
He should know one when he sees one.
“That’s real fuckin’ nice. Where’d you get it?” I question looking down at the badge set on his hip. “The dollar store?”
His eyes dart down to my hand and he looks away quickly, clutching his car keys, ignoring my mocking. “Do either of you know Israel?”
“Israel?” Arielle questions, arms crossed tight and hip popped out, full of attitude.
“Yes,” Quick Draw begins, “Some guy named Israel. Rumour is he’s the one that sets up races.”
“I don’t know him.”
Can’t say that I do either, but come to think of it, I have heard of him. Not sure why Hayes would be looking for him, but I’m sure that he likely won’t find him. Or, if he does, it’s going to take him a long ass fucking time and he’s going to have to cross a lot of people.
I feel Quick Draw’s gaze on me, suspicious. “What about you?”
My hand trails backwards, resting on the top of Arielle’s ass, knowing that he can see where my hand went. I’m sure the fresh hickeys on her skin aren’t missed by him either. He can try all he wants, but I’m all over her.
I’ve pretty well been all in her, too.
“You heard the lady,” I snap. “We don’t know him.”
“What does this have to do with either of us?” Arielle inquires, still clearly angry with him.
“Sanders isn’t giving up easy. I’m trying to follow my own leads to get the heat off of you.” When he says it, I’m not oblivious to the fact that he says it more to Arielle than to me.
Ah, a man in love, right?
Vomit.
“Well, we can’t help you,” Arielle replies. “Guess you and your fuckin’ cop friends need to do their job better.”
I smirk, chuckling. Quick Draw glances in my direction, giving me a dirty look. “Can I have a moment alone with her?” He questions, still glaring at me.
“No,” I say with a smile.
He clenches his jaw, softening his gaze when he turns to Arielle. “Will you please step out on the porch with me? Just for a moment.”
She shakes her head, anger radiating off her like humidity on the hottest of days.
“Ari—”
“She’s not coming,” I snap as a double entendre. I can’t help the wicked smile, tongue racing along my lips.
He nervously fidgets with his car keys, looking like he’s about to pin me up against the wall and strangle me until he’s able to watch the fucking life drain from my eyes. What did Arielle ever see in him again?
Arielle rests her hand on the door, asking, “Is there anything else we can help you with?”
He doesn’t answer the question, instead choosing to turn on his heel and begin the descent down her front staircase. When he’s at the bottom and Arielle’s just about closed the door, he turns and says softly to her, “I’m going to do what I can, Ari. But please, stay safe.”
“You’re bloody torturing the fuck outta’ me,” I mumble, as she spins her body around, adjusting her bikini bottom. From where I lay in the sand, with my hands behind my head, I enjoy the view.
And I’m not talking about the ocean.
She looked fucking amazing. Gorgeous, stunning, breathtaking, spectacular, incredible.
Before we left her place, she’d put her hair into loose waves and put on a simple white bikini. It sounds so easy, but she looks fucking fantastic and I can’t believe I get to spend the day with her when she looks like this. Even when we had to go to my place and grab a pair of swim trunks, it was hard to make it to the Goddamned beach.
“Am I?” She mutters, as if she doesn’t know what she’s doing. “C’mon, lets get in the water.” She leans forward, grabbing my hand and yanking on me in order to get me to stand up beside her.
We were in the water earlier, when we got to race around on jet skis, but it ended quickly when the both of us got a little too competitive and what was supposed to be a fun drive in the water, ended up becoming a full out race. I let her win, but that’s irrelevant.
“Alright, alright,” I tell her, standing to my feet. When I do, she chuckles, looking up at my hair.
“You have some sand in your hair,” she tells me, brushing her hand over my locks.
I grip her hips, telling her with a smirk, “There might be some in my shorts, too. You wanna’ check?”
She smiles wickedly, amused. My hand grabs hers and without saying a word, she leads me into the water until we’re pretty deep. We end up in a fairly secluded area, but there are still people around us—families, couples, old, young, you name it.
She comes in close to me and dips her head beneath the waves, popping out to run her hands over her hair. When she looks at me, an idea pops into my head. “We should go on vacation.”
She gives me a confused look, chuckling. “What?”
“Somewhere hot,” I explain, my hands grabbing her waist and pulling her to me. “We can spend the entire time in bed. No interruptions.”
Arielle smiles, “Yeah?”
“I’m serious,” I admit. “Can you imagine?”
“Are you going soft on me?” She questions, raking her hand through my hair.
“I’m never fuckin’ soft for you,” I joke, as yet another sexual innuendo.
I mean, Jesus, it’s true. The woman could make me hard in a matter of fucking seconds.
She rolls her eyes, wrapping her arms around my neck, and looping her legs on either side of my waist, smirking as she does so. My hands rest on her ass, holding her against my body securely. In the shallowness of water, I’m able to sink my toes into the sand beneath us, keeping the both of us steady.
Arielle drags her hands through my hair, leaning forward to press her lips against mine. As she kisses me, she adjusts herself in my arms, inadvertently rubbing her clothed pussy against my cock.
“Babe,” I grumble, squeezing her ass in my hands.
We’re deep enough in the water that it reaches our shoulders and whenever a wave splashes against us, it threatens to topple us over. She leans her body back, doing the same thing for a second time and I’m quick to come to the realization that she’s doing it on purpose.
I recite the petname again, this time with a warning in my voice. She smirks, trailing the hand that was woven between the strands of my hair down my chest, and further downwards until she’s got her hand placed between us and she’s cupping my dick through my swimming trunks.
She bites down on her lip, giving me a gentle squeeze. When she licks her lips sinfully while staring into my eyes, I’m a fucking goner. Her fingers grab hold of the bow on my shorts and she gently gives the one string a tug, as I lean my head back to look up into her eyes.
“Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doin’, babe?” I breathe as she hooks her index finger under the knot and pulls it free, kissing me as she does so. Her taste consumes my every sense—something about it both completely addicting and something I’ve come to relate to her.
As her tongue slides into my mouth, her small hand makes its way past the material and she grabs my cock in her hand, pulling me out of my shorts. She holds me between our bodies, slowly stroking me. When she retracts her mouth from mine, she muses, “Do you want me to stop?”
Glancing momentarily from her, I see a young teenager splashing in the water not too far from us. He seems oblivious to what’s going on between Arielle and myself, not that I fucking care.
Arielle drags her hand up me again, bucking her hips into my own. I fight the urge to moan, trying not to draw attention to us. “No,” I mutter to her, watching as the teen glances in our direction. I turn my head towards Arielle, smirking at the kid before spinning Arielle and myself so we’re no longer facing the beach.
“You do know we’re not alone, babygirl?”
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