Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 35
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 35 - 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 Missed Her
C H A S E
“Last night was nice, hm?” I question, wrapping my arms around Zara—I think that’s her name—and brush hair off her shoulder, pressing my lips to the skin I’ve exposed.
“It was fun,” she replies, turning around in my embrace to grab my cheeks and kiss me. My hands wander down her backside, holding her ass in my hands as she smirks at me. “What was your name again?” She inquires in a teasing tone.
“Chance?” She smiles widely, purposefully acting as if she’s forgotten.
“You don’t remember crying out Chase last night?”
She purses her lips together, feigning that she’s deep in thought. “Mm, not sure I do.”
“You’re lucky my roommate wasn’t home. She would’ve killed me had she heard you screaming.” I admit, as she turns from me to grab her purse and slip her heels on. Where the fuck was Ari last night?
Jesus. I’ve noticed she’s started spending a lot of time with that Nate dude and it’s so out of character for her. Ari’s never been serious about anyone like she is with him. She had a girlfriend a couple years ago who actually allowed her to meet her parents, but Ari broke it off soon after.
“Maybe next time then,” Zara suggests, stepping away from me to adjust the hem of her dress and pick up her purse from the floor. I’ll admit, this girl wasn’t just cute, but she got my sense of humour. She played off it in ways that not many people do and it’s fucking hot.
“I’d need your number first, wouldn’t I?” I shoot my shot, seeing where this will lead. Much like Ari, I’m not one for relationships, but this chick has me wanting to see her more.
Zara smiles, grabbing her phone out of her purse. She unlocks it and brings up her contacts, handing it off to me. I quickly type in my number, along with the contact name: Daddy with the Bombass Dick 🥵 and then hand it back to her.
She smirks when she reads the name, putting her phone away. “I’ll text you later, Chance.”
“Sure thing, Sara.”
She doesn’t realize that I’m teasing I guess, because she responds, “Zzz-Zara. Like zzz snoring.” But then I figure out she knows I’m joking because she adds, “Like you in bed,” while pressing her palms together, putting them to her cheek and feigning to snore.
“Do you need to be spanked again?”
“Maybe next time,” she reiterates, licking her lips with a smirk. She gives me a quick kiss again, before I lead her to the front door and watch as she gets in the cab I’ve called for her.
I saunter to the kitchen to grab something to eat, but not five minutes later, there’s a knock on the door.
H A Y E S
After knocking on the door, I wait impatiently, hoping that Ari is home. I know that this is screwed up, I know that she is more than likely going to be angry and upset with me for both showing up at her house unexpected and going back on my promise to leave her and Nate alone.
I can’t help it. I fucked up. I’m a total fuck up and she needs to know that I’ve quite possibly put her right in the path of danger. I love her too much to sit by and wait for her to get hurt.
When the door finally opens, it’s a man. I’m fairly positive I’ve never met him before, but the way my brain has been so consumed with work and with the shit-storm I’ve started, I can’t even be sure. I haven’t been remembering faces so well lately. I just haven’t been myself.
“Hayes?” The man asks, and I look at him confused. “Chase, her friend. We met once,” he states, pointing at his chest. “Are you here for Ari?”
Oh, right. That was when he pretended he was her boyfriend. No wonder I blocked him out of my memory.
“I’m sorry to show up unexpected, but I really need to talk to her. It’s important.”
He glances over his shoulder and thinks for a moment before he turns back to me. Awkwardly, he runs a hand along his nape before he tells me, “She’s not here right now. She’s at—” He stops himself mid-sentence when I wince, knowing that she likely spent the night at Nate ‘s. “Even if she was home, I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t want to see you, dude.”
I’m aware.
“I’m sorry, I—” Swallowing hard, I find myself at a crossroads. I don’t know what to do. I screwed up so bad with everything in my life and it only seems to be getting worse and worse. In fact, I can feel the hate radiating off this Chase guy and I barely even know him. Obviously though, Ari has talked to him about me and if he hates me without talking to me, then she hasn’t said nice things.
“I can pass a message,” Chase offers, although his arms are crossed and he’s sending me a disapproving glare. “When she’s done fucking Nate, I’ll be sure she gets it.”
I fight the urge to clench my jaw, knowing that it’s useless to fight Chase. If I recall correctly, he’s her longtime best friend and I find myself wishing I was on better terms with him. In an alternate universe where we were friends and Ari was my girlfriend.
But that’s not the case. My depression weighs heavy on my heart and it reminds me that I’ll probably have another sleepless night.
“Look, I don’t wanna’ fight with you and I don’t wanna’ overstep my boundaries with her. I promised her I’d leave her alone, but I did something and I fucked up and she has to know this.”
Chase waits for me to go on.
“I don’t know what you do or don’t know about what happened between Ari and I, but I’m a police officer and—”
“I’m aware,” he snaps.
“My partner is Lieutenant Karl Sanders and he’s the officer that has been heavily looking into Ari and her friend, Nate. A little while ago, someone drugged Karl. They followed us to a coffee shop and they must’ve slipped something into his drink. Karl didn’t know and when we started driving and he starting swerving—point is, some guy followed us and blackmailed us to stop searching into Ari and Nate.”
“Wait, what?” He questions and internally I sigh a bit of relief. So like I thought, Ari didn’t hire and send some guy our way. I really never thought she could do something like that, but lately I’ve been worried Nate might have. Chase seems to like Nate, however, and it makes me curious if maybe I’m the only one with a problem with him.
“I was trying to figure out who it was. I know it wasn’t her that hired that guy and had him drug Karl, so I got scared for Ari. I thought that maybe she was mixed up with some bad people and I promised her that above all else, I’d protect her. Long story short, I tried looking into the people I saw at the coffee shop, but I got a warning letter that says we warned you and yesterday while I was at work, someone broke into my house.”
“Holy fuck,” Chase says, “So they’re after Ari?”
“I think they might be after her and those close to her. I think these people are really bad and I’m just—I’m terrified that something’s going to happen to her and it’ll happen ‘cause I decided to find them. I don’t know, I can’t fuckin’ sleep and I can’t eat and I’m just so worried for her. I know she won’t listen to me, but I have to do what I can to protect her. She can’t get hurt because of me. I’ll never forgive myself.”
Chase doesn’t seem convinced by my honesty, probably seeing me as what I am—the perpetual friend, the guy that can’t catch a break, the guy that people walk all over. Since I lied to Ari and made her feel so betrayed, Chase likely thinks that I’ve already hurt her and my preaching of not being able to forgive myself if I hurt her is hypocritical in his eyes.
“I’ll pass along the message.”
“Please,” I beg. “I’m worried these guys will break into her house or even ... kill her.” I swallow hard after admitting the latter part, really completely unsure of what these people are capable of. I don’t know if they’re following her, I don’t know if they’re watching her like Karl had me doing, I don’t know if they’re planning on attacking her when she’s most vulnerable and least expecting it. I know very little and that’s the worst part of it. It’s like when my sister was fighting cancer—I have no way to prepare for this either, but it’s still a constant threat.
When I look at him, I honestly don’t know if he’ll tell her what I said. It’s obvious that I’m not his favourite person, so he really has no need to tell her, but I pray that he can see where I’m coming from and realizes that I’m only trying to save her.
I just want to save her.
A R I E L L E
Nate adjusts me in his grip, one palm cupping my ass to help hold me against him and the other cupping my jawline as his tongue slides between my lips. My legs wrap tighter around him underneath the water, and I throw my head back, gasping as he trails his lips down my neck, hand following south where he grabs my right breast in his hand.
We hung out all day today, watching movies and playing video games, making out, got high around lunch, now it’s nighttime and we’re in the pool—it’s been a really lazy day. It’s also been a few days since I met Nate’s mother and younger sister and I still think that they probably don’t like me. I hate that I’m always so awkward around parents, but like I’ve always said, I don’t do well with authority and I can’t help but feel like Nate’s mother was a bit more proper than I am.
I’ve never been particularly classy, in all honesty.
“I missed this,” he mutters in the valley of my breasts where he’s managed to suck a hickey against the flesh.
My hands rake through his hair, teeth biting down on my lower lip, admiring the feeling of his semi-hard cock brushing against my covered pussy. “I’ve been here all day,” I say softly, looking down at him when he cranes his neck to gaze up into my eyes and he pushes his back harder against the side of the pool.
Nate smirks, wetting his lips. I don’t notice that his hand has continued trailing south until he grabs the side of my bikini bottom and he pulls it aside, fingers brushing against my clit. “This,” he reiterates lowly, still holding my gaze as he gently slides his fingers deep into my pussy. I bite my lower lip and dig my fingers into his shoulders.
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