Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 25
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 25 - 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 Someone’s Soft
NATE
As I’m pouring my mixed margaritas in cups for Arielle and myself, my doorbell rings and I can spot that familiar Firebird in my driveway. I jog to the door and open it to see my gorgeous girl, with a small bag in her hands and a smirk on her lips.
“Hey,” she says, tucking her wavy hair behind her ear.
“Hey, yourself.” I reply, leaning forward to place a hand on her hip and a kiss to her lips. When I move to pull away, her hand cradles my jawline and she pulls me to her again, kissing me harder. “Did you miss me?” I tease, stepping back to allow her in.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Babyboy,” she taunts right back, brushing her hand across my chest as she walks past. She saunters across the house as I lock the door behind us and follow her to the island. By the time I get there, she’s tossed her bag by the couch and already cradling a glass full of alcohol to her lips.
I stand behind her, pressing my front to her backside while grabbing her hips in my hands, brushing her hair off her shoulder and pressing a kiss to the back of it. I hear her hum in agreement as she takes another sip and then turns in my arms. She’s quick to tuck her hands under my shirt and dance them up my abdomen as she presses a few kisses to my lips. “You make a mean margarita.”
“Didn’t I tell you?”
She sighs in content, “You did.” Arielle gives me a cute smile and begins undoing buttons on my shirt while kissing me. I see the strings of her bikini wrapped tightly around her nape and my mind tempts me with ideas to pull them and have my way with her. But I restrain as she undoes the final button and grabs either side of my shirt to pull me closer to her. Deepening the kiss, she rakes her fingers through my hair as my palms slide downwards and I cup her ass in hands.
I feel her smile into the kiss, as her palm follows the curve of my jaw. Ultimately, she pulls away from me, leaving me wanting more as she glances over my shoulder. “Did you decorate for me?” She inquires with a smile.
“Possibly. Then again, you didn’t even know there was a pool and hot tub out there so what can you believe?”
She smacks me across the chest playfully, stepping away from my body to grab her margarita again. She almost finishes what’s left, moving to pour more in it. I watch as she hands me my drink and then she grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers as she pulls me slowly outside.
We stand on the decking in front of the bubbling water for a moment, still holding hands. I feel Arielle squeeze my hand in hers lightly for a moment as she glances around at the few decorations I’ve put up.
I really didn’t do that much. I turned on some outdoor lights that hang around the fence, brought out some fresh towels for the two of us, made these margaritas, and rolled a joint or two.
I had to admit, the view of the sunset over—and through—the glass railing is helping my case.
When she lets go of my hand and walks away from me to put her drink down on the table, I can’t help but admire her ass. Doesn’t help when she hooks her hands into the sides of her small, tight shorts and yanks them down her gorgeous legs.
I place my drink down where I plan to sit and quickly hop in the warm water. As I settle in, I see Arielle has kicked her sandals off, tossed her hair up in a messy bun and is taking off her shirt.
“I thought we decided on skinny dipping,” she muses when she sees me inside the water, tugging at the strings of her bikini bottom to tease me. As if she even needs to torment me when she fucking looks like that in a bathing suit.
“You’re welcome to,” I suggest with a smirk. “I wouldn’t mind.”
“I’m sure you wouldn’t,” she replies with a laugh, walking forward to step into the hot tub.
“You sure you should be in here with your new piercings?” I ask as she sinks into the water and places her drink on the decking beside her.
“Which one?” She wets her lips, quirking an eyebrow.
I give her a surprised look. She got more? She’s already got piercings in her ears, navel, and now nipples and I can’t see any other visible ones. What’d she get pierced? Hips? Nape? Clit?
“I’m just kidding,” she laughs at my intense gaze, adding, “but it’s fuckin’ interesting to see where your mind wanders. It’s been a couple weeks already. Besides, I was given these special bandages and I have them on. Should be just fine, babe. Were you worried I’d get sick?” She watches me over the brim of her glass as she takes another sip.
“From my pool and hot tub? Think I’m dirty, Babygirl?”
Arielle smiles, swimming towards me where I sit. She straddles her thighs on either side of mine and my palms find her ass while she loops her arms around my neck. “You’re dirty in other ways, Nate.”
“You’re not complaining, are you?”
“Never,” Arielle breathes out quickly. “I’m dirty too, so it’s a good mix.” She leans into me, grabbing either side of my face to press her lips against mine.
Absentmindedly, my hands wander upwards, where I confess to her, “I feel like a kid at Christmas.”
She smiles again, kissing me and running her fingers through my hair. “How so?”
“These are like a fuckin’ present that I can see under the tree but I can’t unwrap them for another few weeks,” I mutter, hands cupping her breasts over her bathing suit.
“I’m just glad you appreciate them,” she tells me, sliding her lower half closer to my body underneath the surface.
As if I don’t. Fuck, I’m like an annoying, obsessed kid that is being told he can’t play with the one toy he really fucking wants to play with.
“Do you understand how fuckin’ sexy they are? How they look on your body?”
“They make me feel sexy,” she admits, leaning into my body again, “But tell me.” She runs her hand through my hair again and I angle my head back so that I’m able to look up in her eyes.
“It’s like seeing the Eiffel Tower. Y’know, it’s beautiful—fuckin’ breathtaking—and then at night you go up the tower and you stand on one of the floors and you look out over the cityscape. The moon is high in the sky and the stars are out and you can see everything and it’s just ... gorgeous.”
Alright that was probably about more than just fucking nipple piercings.
She gives me a strange look and I avert her gaze, looking where my hands drag up and down her sides. That was fucking cheesy and weird, why would I say that?
“You’ve been to Paris?”
“Years ago,” I concede.
“What’d you do there?”
“Other than illegal shit?” I ask and she chuckles, nodding her head. With a shrug, I respond, “Touristy shit.”
Arielle smiles, pecking my lips. “You can be cute, you know that?”
I give her a bewildered gaze, “Did you just call me cute? Now who’s goin’ soft?”
“I thought we don’t use that word in this house,” she says with a laugh.
“I told you, not when you’re around,” I add, joining in with her laughter. I palm her ass in my hands, leaning forward to press my lips against hers again. She sighs in content, relaxing in my arms.
“What if Sanders is watching us right now with his little creepy co-worker, Hayes?” I question, feeling as if we’ve suddenly got eyes on us.
“Then I guess you’ll be a part of my sex tape,” Arielle smiles, bucking her hips into mine and yanking on my hair. “Is that too dirty for you?”
“Absolutely not,” I reply between kisses along her neck. “Makes it hotter.”
Arielle chuckles, biting down on her lip when I give her ass a little squeeze. “Mm, that’s my girl,” I mumble as she kisses along my chest, sucking a mark into the skin at the base of my neck.
Knowing that she teasingly asked me something not too long ago, I decide to use it right back against her. “Tell me what it was like fucking another woman.”
Arielle stops, looking me in the eyes while running her hand along my stubble. She knows I’m using it to tease her—seeing as how she asked me to explain what it was like fucking Sara as a joke—and so she wets her lips and gives me a wicked smirk.
“You want me to tell you what it was like when Raven ate me out?”
“I would say I’d rather watch but I’m sure that’d give you the idea to send another video like the one you did earlier. Did you know I nearly got a boner when my friends were over?” I reminisce on the video, wishing I would’ve figured out how to save it somehow. Without seeming like a fucking creep, of course.
Arielle chuckles. “Thought you had a hot date.”
Shit.
“Round five, was it?” She adds fuel to the fire, like sticking a lit cigarette in an open wound. She throws her head back in a gorgeous laugh, “So just round five with your fist or?”
“Alright, fine. I didn’t get laid today.”
“Not yet,” she chimes in as I raise an eyebrow.
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