Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 40
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 40 - 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 The Storm
A R I E L L E
With Hayes’ hands on my hips and mine wrapped around his neck, we dance to the song slower than the people around us. Hayes makes some joke about the couple being too drunk to the right of us and I laugh, all too sober for this atmosphere.
He leans over to kiss me, something that’d become fairly normal in the two weeks since Nate ended things with me. It was new, still in the awkward stage, but I knew two things: Hayes is such a gentleman, and we are not boyfriend and girlfriend.
More like friends who hang out and happen to kiss and hold hands every once in a while. We haven’t been on any dates, we haven’t talked about official labels, and I’ve already had the uncomfortable conversation with Hayes where I told him that I’m both not ready for dating and how I don’t think I’m good nor right for him and therefore, don’t want to date him.
I think he got the message, as blunt as it was.
Although, maybe he didn’t because he still does shit like this—kissing and touching me. Not that I mind kissing him, it’s just that for me it’s not so much about kissing him, it’s more about just enjoying the human contact. The person I want to kiss and hold hands with and ride his face is Nate.
Maybe that was too blunt, but it’s the fucking truth.
The man’s mouth is something else.
When the song changes, I turn around in Hayes’ arms and he wastes no time in wrapping his arms around my waist to press my ass into his crotch. Despite being a bit more reserved than I am when it comes to public displays of affection, Hayes has become a little more forward lately. It’s probably my influence, but it’s a good thing for him. He shouldn’t be so worried about what other people think.
Besides, everyone here is drunk and stoned and really don’t give a single fuck about what the people around them are doing.
It was strange to me that Hayes even agreed to come to this party with Chase, Zara and me. I mean, he’s a cop and he takes his job super seriously and yet he’s here—where the cops will probably be called at some point because everyone will get drunk and rowdy. But I’m glad he seems to be letting loose and having a good time.
I laugh when Hayes stumbles over his own feet and I end up stepping backwards into him. He catches me and I mumble a thank you before I inform him that I’m going to the bathroom. He nods his head and turns to Chase and Zara—Chase’s girlfriend.
Yes, hell has frozen over. Chase has a girlfriend.
I scurry towards the hallway and head for the washroom at the end of the hall. As I round the corner into the room, someone grabs my wrist, yanks me inside and in a matter of seconds I’m pushed up against the now closed door.
His scent envelopes me like only his can and it causes my heart to hammer harder against the confines of my chest. He traps me up against the wooden surface, palms placed flat against it on either side of my head.
“What are you doing here with him?” Nate asks, gaze intense enough that I melt before him.
“What do you care, Nate? You broke things off with me.”
His fingers brush against my collarbone and I can’t hide the fact that he’s stolen the breath from my lungs with such a simple seeming touch. He bites down on his plump lower lip and I press my legs together, determined to ensure that he can’t see the effect he has on me.
“That doesn’t mean I wanna’ see you grinding against him.”
“Nobody told you to watch.” I lift my chin up to show my defiance, but I feel like it just turns him on even more.
He smirks, “There’s my girl.”
I swallow hard, wanting to yell at him that I’m not his girl anymore but my body seizes up. Like being in a blizzard, everything around me has become a blur and all I can focus on is him. My eyes glance down at the new tattoos he’s gotten on his neck and I find myself wanting to question them, but my mouth is unable to form words.
“What about you?” I inquire, weak from his presence. “I saw some girl hanging off you and kissing you.” I feel like puking at the reminder of that girl’s lips on his.
“She was drunk and throwing herself at me, Arielle. I said no.”
My heart skips a beat, relieved that he didn’t come with her and it doesn’t sound like he’s leaving with her either.
“Arielle, can I kiss you?” As he asks the question, his thumb runs along my lower lip. His eyes follow the path that his finger has taken and then they shift upwards to my own.
“Please—” I find myself begging and I finally move forward to touch him. My hand grabs his wrist and he lowers that hand to cup my jaw and reconnect our lips. A wave of emotion overwhelms me, and I fight the urge to physically react too strongly to finally being near him.
“Ari?” I hear my voice being called and Nate immediately pulls away from me.
“Y-Yeah?” I question, listening as Hayes shuffles awkwardly on the other side of door. My voice comes out a stutter because Nate grips my waist and presses his lips to my carotid artery like he always does.
“Is everything okay in there?”
I bite my lip to keep from moaning out when Nate takes my earlobe in between his lips and drags his hands up my back. He grabs my hands again, lacing our fingers together and pressing them above my head against the door again. “Answer him, Angel,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.
“Yes,” I admit while staring into Nate ‘s big eyes. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
The second I finish my sentence, Nate ‘s head darts forward and he kisses me once, grabbing my lower lip between his teeth and gently pulling it. I’m about to inadvertently moan but Nate thinks fast and presses his lips to mine again, shutting me up.
“Okay, I’ll wait for you at the end of hallway.”
When Nate hears Hayes walking away, he smirks and proceeds to flip off Hayes through the walls. “I still don’t fuckin’ like him,” he informs me, as if I didn’t pick up on that.
“He still doesn’t like you,” I bite back.
“Ask me if I give a fuck, I dare you.”
When Nate pulls away from me, my heart plummets at the loss of contact between us. He moves to leave the bathroom through a side door to the bedroom so that Hayes won’t see him but turns around before exiting to run to me and kiss me one final time.
When he steps out of the bathroom, he closes the door and I lock it behind him. I quickly relieve myself, wash my hands and hurry out to Hayes before he gets suspicious. As I step into the hallway, I curiously glance towards the bedroom at my right and spot Nate peeking through the crack in the door with a sly smile.
When Hayes hears me, he takes a few steps towards me and so I scurry towards him in an attempt to keep Nate ‘s presence hidden. He grabs my hand and asks if everything is okay. On edge, I lie, “Lady stuff.”
His face goes ghost white and he immediately shuts up. “Do you wanna’ dance some more?”
I shake my head, “I think I’m just gonna’ head home. I’m pretty tired and not feeling all that great.”
“Are you sure?” Despite his question, I can see the terror in his face at the mention of lady stuff that he doesn’t understand. I can’t help that it reminds me of when Nate went to buy tampons for me without flinching.
I feel a bit bad about lying to him, but I push away the feeling quickly.
“Yeah, I think I need a hot shower and bed.”
“Okay, well, if that’s what you want. I’ll walk you to your car.”
Taking a glance in my rearview mirror, I notice a set of bright headlights that seem to be following me. I decide to test if I’m right, turning quickly around the next corner only to see the lights hot on my trail onto the other street.
I take a yield off and another corner and whoever it is, is definitely fucking following me. Speeding up, I think I can lose whomever it is. However, when the car speeds up behind me I know exactly who it is and my heart leaps.
Nate.
I head towards a narrow alleyway and make sure to drive fast right to the end of it. Nate doesn’t miss a beat. He is easily able to keep up to me in his Camaro, and it’s incredibly sexy. I don’t really know how to explain it but the way Nate drives exudes such big dick energy, it’s insane. It’s so fucking attractive that he can handle a vehicle the way he does.
Not even Hayes can handle his bike in the way that Nate handles his Camaro.
When I pull my car into the secluded back alley, I get out of the vehicle and turn to see him pull in behind me. His headlights are bright against the brick wall of a building that frames us in this corner alley until he pulls the key out of the ignition.
My heart leaps in my chest, excited to be near his and still aching with anger and longing because of how he ended things. I honestly don’t know what to expect—nor why he was following me—and so I wait patiently near my front bumper to see where the fuck this is going to go.
I observe him—sexy as all fucking hell—as he gets out of his Camaro, not saying a word to me. However, when he shuts his door, he pauses and I shiver as his eyes find my feet, slowly dragging up my entire body.
When his eyes find mine, he gives me a look so hot it could melt chocolate in its wrapper. Thunder rolls somewhere near us, but I can’t be bothered by it. I can’t tear my eyes away from his.
The full moon peeks through the storm clouds above us, haloing Nate to make him look like a fallen angel.
That’s when he seemingly can’t take it anymore and he practically runs towards me, grabbing the sides of my face and finally reuniting our lips. I inhale his scent for the second time this evening, remembering how desperately I have missed him.
Nate ‘s large hands trail downwards until he’s cupping my ass and I moan aloud, feeling him smirk victoriously against my neck where he’s trailing his lips.
“What were you doing at the party?” He questions, but I know it’s not in a tone filled with judgment. I get the feeling he’s legitimately curious because he lowkey wishes he was with me. “And when did you get fuckin’ tattoos?” As he inquires the second part, his fingers skim across the hem of my skirt where my rather large rose tattoo is peeking out.
“I don’t know, Chase knows the guy,” I respond, gasping when he hooks a finger into my low-cut tank top to get a glance of the ink imprinted into the skin beneath my breasts and then presses his lips there, dragging his tongue up my flesh. “And I got them after you became an asshole.”
The second I’m calling him an asshole, he sucks harshly against the crook of my neck and I’m sure he does it as revenge for the name. “I’ve always been an asshole, babygirl.”
No, you haven’t.
“Nate —” I moan, wetness pooling between my thighs when he grips my hips and pulls my body flush against his. “When did you get these?” My question comes out merely a whisper as I trace my fingers along the intricate design with wings extending from it inked into his neck on the one side, along with the various tattoos on the other side.
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