Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 31
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 31 - 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 With More Treats Than Tricks
NATE
At this point, Arielle and myself have been at this Halloween party for hours and I think we’re both over it.
I mean, sure, my friends were all here and Arielle looks fine as fuck in her sexy cop costume—the short dress, the fishnet stockings, the handcuffs—but my mind was occupied with the idea of stripping that costume off Arielle’s curves.
I was dressed as a convict. Orange jumpsuit and all, it seemed fitting and hilarious with what has been going on in terms of Quick Draw and his boss. Arielle and I had planned it, however Arielle also told me that she has a surprise costume later for only my eyes.
Colt and Arielle are talking to each other and we’re standing in a circle to chat to one another, yet I’ve been standing here silently for a while now. I keep zoning out and daydreaming about my girl and this secret costume she has for me. I can’t fucking help it.
I zone back in though when Arielle places a hand to my chest and I finally take note that Colt has left the conversation at some point, leaving myself and my girl alone in the corner of this house party. “You wanna’ go home?” She asks, playfully tugging on my jumpsuit.
“I thought you’d never ask,” I say suggestively, letting her know just how excited I am for tonight.
“Let’s go home, Daddy.” She responds, not able to keep from laughing at that.
“You’re fuckin’ cute,” I disclose, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer to me. I smile as her palms press flat against my chest and she returns the gesture.
“You’re gonna’ call me cute in this? What I’m wearing underneath could barely be considered underwear.”
My hands wander downwards as she speaks, cupping her ass. My eyes go wide when my brain registers what she’s just told me, a shot of fire sparking through my body.
Jesus Christ.
“We really need to get home,” I tell her in utter seriousness.
As we speak, I’m currently laying on my bed, music thumping lowly around me as I await Arielle and her surprise costume. I truly don’t know what to expect, but I’m positive it’s going to be rather ... sexy.
Rated M for mature, if you will.
My minds been running with possibilities for hours now and it makes this so much more exciting for me. It’s spontaneous and that’s heightened the pleasure I’m already feeling and I haven’t even seen what she’s wearing.
Although, it does seem like it’s taking her forever to get changed so maybe she was serious about the whole bear costume thing.
Just as I’m zoning out and imagining scenarios I probably shouldn’t, I hear the bathroom door open and my mouth instantly dries. My girl enters the room wearing the sexiest costume, and it’s all for me.
She’s dressed as a dark angel. With a tight corset on her body that pushes her tits up, the same fishnets from her cop costume, and this sort of tutu shape on her lower half. When she does a spin for me, I notice that her ass—not exactly covered in her thong—is exposed to me. She also has black thigh high boots, a small set of black wings, and a halo.
I try to say something, but I swear I swallowed my fucking tongue the moment I saw her. “Jesus, Arielle.”
“You said you don’t wanna’ share, right? Well,” she says, spinning around again to shake her ass in my direction and run a hand over it. “This is all yours.”
She saunters over to me, straddling my lap. “Happy Halloween, my Angel.” As I say the words, she smirks, hungrily pressing her lips to mine.
“Do you like it?” She questions, even though I’m sure she can feel my semi-hard cock underneath her.
“Are you kidding? I got a fuckin’ chubby just looking at you. I’m a lucky man.”
“Very,” she elaborates, running her hands through my hair. “And I’m the lucky girl that gets to ride you.”
“Ooh,” I tell her before she kisses me and then begins to trail her lips downwards. “Yes, ma’am. I like where you’re going with this. I’m all yours. What else does my dark angel want?”
“She owes you a proper lap dance, doesn’t she?”
“A woman in control, I like.”
“You can come wherever you want tonight. In my mouth,” she starts, lifting my hand to slide my index finger between her red-stained lips. She then moves both hands to her chest, “On my tits.” She shifts herself forward on me, bucking her hips into mine. “In my pussy.”
“Oh, really?”
“Mhm,” she hums, giving me a knowing smirk.
I move my hands upwards so that I’m cupping her face in my hands. Pulling her to me, I press a kiss to her lips. “Y’know, it’s appropriate that you’re dressed as an angel.”
“Is that so?”
I hum in agreement. “You’re the perfect angel.” My eyes go from staring at her sinful mouth to her green eyes as I possessively add, “My angel.”
She gives me a sly smile, tucking her body into mine as she kisses me passionately. She wastes no time in slipping her tongue between my lips while my hands roam to her curvaceous waist.
She stands from my body, using the remote to turn up the music a bit. As the beat drops, she starts swaying her hips, running her hands over her tits. I bite my lip, relaxing against the bed on my elbows while my knees settle apart.
Arielle bends over for me, dragging her hands over her ass, which she then shakes for my view. Turning around, she cups her breasts in her hands, pressing them together in front of my eyes.
Fuck, she’s so beautiful.
She smirks, swaying her hips as she spins again. She lifts her tutu higher, backing her ass up so that it’s pressed against my clothed cock. She applies some pressure, rubbing herself against me.
“Shit, babe.” I murmur, enjoying the view of her nearly bare ass as it rubs against my crotch. I can’t help but reach a hand forward, running it along her smooth skin and ultimately placing a slap to her ass. When she stands, she stops for a moment, beautifully covered pussy mere inches from my face.
My girl turns to face me again, licking her lips seductively while reaching a hand forward to grab my dick through my boxer-briefs. “Already hard,” she comments as if there’s any fucking surprise there.
“Have you seen yourself? Jesus, I’m surprised I haven’t come already.” When I look up at her, I notice that in her state of being leaned over, her tits are wonderfully hanging out of her corset.
What a fucking view.
I reach a hand forward, tugging at the strings as she kisses me hard. She continues stroking me through the material, pulling away from my mouth to yank the straps of her corset down. She’s forced to step back completely to remove the article of clothing and my eyes go wide, mouth dropping open at how stunning she looks.
She gives me a sly smile, tossing the corset and wings across the room and then proceeding to push her tits together again, fingers pinching her piercings. She moans when she does it, and I feel myself getting impossibly harder.
With her one nipple still pinched between her fingers, she slides her other hand down her tummy, past her navel piercing and between her legs. She cups her pussy in her hand for me, slipping her touch underneath the fabric of her knickers. “Ah, f–fuck,” she stutters out lowly, biting down on her lip.
She rubs herself for me, a vision of beauty as she moans and whimpers, short of breath at what she’s doing to herself. Her skin is flushed, her chest heaves slightly, her fingers move rapidly against her clit, her other digits play with her nipple piercing—all of it is so stunning, it’s a picture I’d love framed in this very bedroom.
There’s nothing more beautiful than my angel in such a state.
Quickly, she kicks her tutu off and then moves to straddle me. She adjusts my cock in my boxer-briefs, lining her pussy up with it as she grinds against it. “Ahh,” I mumble, throwing my head back at the feeling of friction. Despite the two layers of fabric, I can still feel the fire raging between us and it only adds fuel to the flames.
My angel continues grinding against me, playing with her tits for my pleasure. She pulls on her nipples at one point, moaning loudly at the feeling. “Oh, Nate.” She sucks air between her teeth, as her wetness seeps through to my boxers.
I hum out an inaudible sound, relishing every moment of this. When she places a hand on my shoulder, she stands up and turns around to grind her ass against my cock again. I can’t help not touching her, fingertips digging into her thick thighs as she continues her assault.
A few moments later, she pushes her knickers aside, sliding her fingers deep into her pussy with a moan. When she retracts them, she holds them out in front of me and I grab her wrist, taking them in my mouth. Her sweet taste consumes my senses, and I know I can’t wait much longer.
“C’mere,” I demand, patting my lap. She does as I ask, straddling my thighs as my one hand cups her jaw to pull her to my lips. Her tongue wastes no time in finding mine while my fingers find her wet pussy. I circle around her clit a few times before gliding two fingers deep inside her. I curl them as deep as I can, slowly fucking them into her.
She cries out, breathless, arching her back as she gasps for a moment. She begins lifting her hips, fucking herself onto my digits and I lean back to watch her expression.
With her hands planted firmly on my shoulders, she slowly rides my digits, clenching around them when I draw a figure eight against her clit. She gasps, and I feel her knees quiver against the sides of my thighs.
I still my fingers when she stops moving, wanting to edge her to her orgasm, knowing she likes that because it makes her climax that much more intense. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing Babyboy?” She muses, wetting her lips while running her fingers through my hair.
“You saying you don’t like being brought to the edge of coming?” I tease, brushing her clit ever so slightly and watching as her breath catches. She throws her head back when she whimpers and the flushed skin on her chest is revealed to me as she does so. “I could do this all night, babe.” My mouth curls into a wicked smile, moving forward to take her right nipple between my lips.
“How do—ah, fuck!” She cries out, giving me a heated gaze when I stop my actions again, well aware of the fact that she’s this close to coming.
“See, I can keep doing this and doing this,” I wet my lips, rock fucking hard underneath her. I retract my fingers entirely, circling around her entrance while she looks down at me. As I slide my fingers deep inside her quickly, I whisper teasingly, “At least I’m not Quick Draw. I can edge you and actually make you come.”
She smirks, running a hand down my chest. “Babe, I don’t even know if you could call that close to the edge.” She giggles when I smile.
“You’re naughty, you know that?” My thumb traces over her clit again, bringing her right there and then stilling once more.
“You started it,” she responds. “Now show me. Make me come like only you can.”
She knows that feeds into my ego, and I’m sure that’s exactly why she’s said it like that. And so, I plunge my fingers deeper inside her, thrusting them rapidly while simultaneously brushing my thumb against her most sensitive nerve and taking her nipple between my lips.
The rush of three sensations at once hits her in a massive pleasurable wave and it doesn’t take her long before she cries out like I’ve never heard her. Her gorgeous eyes roll right to the back of her head and the grip she has on my shoulders becomes almost painful as she clenches around my fingers.
Except I don’t stop. I continue to feed into her desire for me until her fingernails are digging into my scalp and pushing me closer towards her piercings as I tease them. I don’t stop until she’s coming around my fingers again and her legs are shaking.
“Holy fuck,” she comments as she comes down. I withdraw my hand from between her legs, glancing up to make eye contact with her as I slip the same fingers that were inside her into my mouth.
My angel always tastes so sweet.
When she stands, she pulls me up with her, passionately pressing her lips to mine. She tastes herself on my tongue while my hands slide down to cup her ass. I run my hands over her smooth skin, spanking her, before giving her ass a good squeeze.
My hands set on her hips, still kissing her as she walks backwards to the bed. When the backs of her knees hit the mattress, I give her a gentle push and she falls to the bed, hair splaying out around her. To tease me further, she lifts her legs and spreads them, giving me an amazing view, like a flower coming into bloom.
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