Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 45
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 45 - 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 A Victim
NATE
Rolling over, I reach for Arielle and sigh when I realize she’s not tucked into my body like she was when we fell asleep together. I glance at the clock, noting that it’s nearly noon. I sigh, feeling well-rested for the first time since I broke things off with Arielle. Music echoes lowly through the hallway and I smile to myself, moving to get out of bed. I slip a pair of sweats on, brush my teeth, use the bathroom and scurry towards the noise.
I lean myself against the drywall, admiring Arielle as she dances around the kitchen and sings to The Weeknd while cooking pancakes. My shirt hangs on her small frame, swaying as she moves her body. The woman I love looks relaxed and effortlessly happy as she moves about the space and I can’t hide the smile on my face.
This is everything I’ve wanted for weeks now. Everything that has caused my insomnia, my depression, my exploration into things that help me crush unwanted feelings—the weed, the video games, and the utter isolation. Even though Arielle and myself can’t be together like we want to be right now, at least I know that she loves me.
At least she knows that I will do whatever it takes to be with her again.
We literally don’t have jackshit figured out when it comes to Sullivan, but at this particular moment as Arielle smiles carefree in my kitchen, I don’t really care.
Approaching her, my hands find home on either side of her waist and I rock my body with hers and sing loudly as she giggles, leaning into my bare chest. “Good morning, my love.” I greet, pressing my lips to her neck over the lovebite I left yesterday. She hums, reaching a hand behind herself to hold the back of my head. “When I woke up alone I thought you left me.”
“Never,” she whispers and even though it’s a soft teasing tone, I don’t think she realizes how much weight the word holds. I don’t want her to ever leave me again. Through hell and high water, nothing is going to separate us a second time.
Glancing around in the darkness of the kitchen—seeing as how Arielle has kept the curtains closed to ensure that Langley doesn’t know she’s here—I notice that she’s also made a few eggs and poured some juice for the two of us.
“Mm, babygirl?” I question, with my chest still pressed to her back as I watch her flip the last two pancakes. She hums an answer and I look at the island as I inquire, “Did you sanitize that countertop?”
She turns in my arms to see what I’m pointing at and then she laughs as I add, “‘Cause we did some extra naughty things there last night.” I wet my lips at the reminder, trying not to think too much about it otherwise we’ll have to have a part two.
“I did,” she replies with a laugh, “And yes, we fuckin’ did.” She lightly pushes her ass backwards into my pelvis teasingly as the song changes behind us.
“You saying you didn’t like it?”
She becomes all quiet, focused on cooking. Eventually, she tells me, “I came twice while you were doing it, didn’t I?”
I chuckle.
“Or did I? Maybe I faked it like I did with QuickDraw.”
My eyebrows raise when I hear her joke insinuating that I wasn’t able to make her come, as well as the sound of my nickname for Hayes coming from her beautiful mouth. “Babe, I think I’d know if you faked it.”
She carefully places the pancakes on a plate, turns the stovetop off and then turns towards me. “But would you really?”
I pause, thinking it over. Would I? I believe I’d know, but why do I suddenly feel like I wouldn’t? I’m left speechless and Arielle laughs, placing her palm to my chest. “Don’t worry, Babyboy. I’ve never faked it with you.”
My eyes narrow playfully. “How do I know that though?”
“‘Cause you love me and you trust me and you know I’d never lie to you. Plus of all the people I’ve been with, I’ve never came four times in one session so many times.”
“It’s easy,” I say with a shrug of my shoulders. “As I’ve said before, you’re quite orgasmic. It’s a fuckin’ mystery how QuickDraw couldn’t get the job done.”
“Be happy. Besides myself you’re the only person to make me come ever since I fuckin’ met you.”
I pause, utterly shocked with her answer. But she slept with Raven and with QuickDraw. How is that even possible? You mean to tell me the times she fucked Raven without me, she was also faking it? “Ah, so I’ve ruined you for women and other men?”
“Basically. Even on my own I need to imagine it’s you to get off.” As she says so, the song fittingly changes to something I recognize from a soundtrack from some erotic movie and her hips sway to the beat. She stands to her tippy toes to press her lips to mine and it only leaves me wanting more.
“You taste oddly and very strongly minty,” I comment when she pulls away. I grab the back of her neck to give her another kiss and admire her smile when it populates her face.
She shrugs, “I don’t have a toothbrush here so I had to overload with mouthwash.”
Somehow that’s really fucking cute.
“Maybe we should change that then, yeah?”
Arielle ignores the seriousness of my statement, retrieving dishes for the two of us from the cupboards. As she places the plates down on the island, I grab her hand, forcing her attention to me. “Arielle, I’m serious. You’re welcome to leave whatever you want here. Toothbrush, jammies, knickers, a change of clothes ... Whatever you’d like.”
She smiles, “You’re just saying that ‘cause you want me to leave frilly, lacy thongs in your drawer.”
“I mean, it’s not exactly a negative of having a girlfriend.”
She raises her eyebrows at my use of the term.
We love each other. Isn’t the girlfriend and boyfriend tags obvious here? Maybe I overstepped a boundary and freaked her the fuck out. I really don’t know how Arielle is with commitment because we’ve never quite had that sort of conversation but for whatever reason, I feel like she isn’t afraid of it. She’s just never had a really deep level of it. I think I might just be the most serious she’s ever been about another person.
“It is, isn’t it?” She grabs the syrup and butter and puts those beside the plates. “Does that mean you’ll leave yours at mine?”
“If I owned something as frilly and lacy as your knickers, I gladly would.” My lips curl into a smirk and she laughs, playfully shoving my chest.
“Let’s eat before it gets cold.”
I press a kiss to her lips again, “Thank you for making breakfast. It looks wonderful.” As I seat myself at the island and fill up my plate, I add, “I reckon you were a chef in another lifetime.”
“Nate, “ she says my name softly as she seats herself beside me, seeming a little flustered at my praise. “It’s just pancakes and eggs.”
“Nonetheless, you’re incredible and I love you.”
“Thank you, I love you.”
I kiss her and I know it’s only the first few kisses of a lifetime, as cheesy as it fucking sounds.
We take a few bites, listening to the music as it plays around us. Arielle interrupts with a random and vague, “Yes.” When I look at her with furrowed eyebrows, confused about where she’s going with this, she adds, “About what happened that made me disinfect this marble ... Yes, I liked it.”
I smile, mouth full of food. I’m about to open my mouth to give her a response when her phone vibrates against the marble top repeatedly and Hayes’ name is flashing across the screen. I fight the urge to roll my eyes as she reaches for the phone and picks it up, placing it to her ear.
She greets him and I raise an eyebrow at her as he begins speaking on the other end of the line. She turns the music down behind us and then puts her phone on speaker and sets it between us.
“Did everything go okay for you and—” he pauses and I’m sure it’s because he hates the fact that she’s with me. “Nate last night?”
“It was great. I can’t fuckin’ thank you enough, Hayes.”
I ignore his annoying ass—even though I should probably be kissing his feet for getting Arielle and myself back together—and I stuff my mouth with pancakes and then stand, dancing to the song around the island.
“You don’t have to say anything, Ari.”
Arielle laughs as I dance around her, wrapping my arms around her waist to sway her with me. My lips press to her neck and I trail them across her skin and she fights back a moan when my tongue traces her earlobe. “I know what you’re doing, Nate, “ she whispers lowly so that QuickDraw can’t hear us as we fool around while he’s rambling on the line.
I grip her hips, spinning her in the barstool so that she’s facing me. My knee knocks hers, spreading her thighs apart so that I’m standing between them. My fingertips ghost across her bare thighs and I grab her chin between my fingers, pressing my lips to hers. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, my love.”
“So, about today. I can probably distract Langley again so that you can sneak out of there.”
She smiles and her spine curves over the edge of the island. I push her plate to the side and my palms cup her ass to lift her atop the marble surface. She starts to squeal, but covers her mouth at the last second. Although, I’m sure QuickDraw heard it. The barstool is quickly moved out of the way and I’m slotted between her thighs again as her fingers thread through my hair and she pretends to be interested in the conversation going on beside her. “Is that so?” She asks him and it makes me feel like she has no idea what he even said.
“But I did have another idea if you were interested. You’d have to talk to Nate about it and see if he is up for it.”
At this point, Arielle and I are heavily making out as quietly as we can manage and totally not invested in whatever QuickDraw has to say.
“Ari?” He asks and Arielle giggles while I smirk, moving my mouth across her jawline. “Are you still there?”
Arielle hums when I trace my tongue along her carotid artery. “Yeah, I’m still here. Just...” She trails off for a moment, focused on my touch against her skin. “Thinking.”
Thinking? I mouth inaudibly, unable to help my smugness.
Her fingers thread themselves in my hair as she whispers, “About you.”
“I was thinking that if I could distract Langley enough that both of you could sneak out and drive to my place.”
My eyebrows raise, skeptical.
“I don’t know...” Arielle trails off and her eyes hold mine as she leans towards my chest to press kisses to my bare skin. When she finds a relatively un-inked piece of skin she bites it teasingly and trails her mouth to my collarbone where she begins to suck a lovebite.
“I thought that Nate —and you, of course—might want to see everything I have on Ezra Sullivan. I know he’s your step-father and what I have might be stuff you already know, but I figured you both deserve to see everything that I found. It’s only fair.”
Arielle pulls away from me when he’s finished speaking, running her fingertips over the bruise she left in my skin and pinching my nipple piercing between her fingers. “I’ll talk to him, Hayes. I have a feeling he might be interested to see what the fuck Ezra has on both of us.” I nod my head as she speaks, even though I don’t want to go to QuickDraw’s house or even be near him, I would like to see what he has.
I know I should probably be super fucking grateful for QuickDraw and for what he did for Arielle and myself, but I still don’t like the guy. He did some shitty things to me and the way he tricked Arielle, I don’t know if what he did quite makes up for it. In fact, I still don’t entirely trust him. He’s already proven himself to be a snake in the grass, so what suddenly changed that should make me believe that he didn’t have Arielle and myself get back together for something that only benefits him? I just haven’t figured out if there’s any truth to my suspicions or if it’s just that—suspicions without any evidence.
“Let me talk to him and I’ll get back to you.”
“Okay. I already have a plan on how to get rid of Langley, I just need to know when.” He’s about to hang up but then adds, “Oh, and when you two come in Nate ‘s car, park a couple blocks away from my place so that if and when Langley catches onto the fact that Nate ‘s gone, if he happens to find his car, it hopefully won’t raise much suspicion.”
“Alright. Thanks again, Hayes.”
When she hangs up the phone, she shoves me playfully. “You’re bad, you fuckin’ know that?”
I smirk, “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Angel. You should spank me then.”
When she rolls her eyes, I laugh, defending myself by adding, “You realize you’re the one that sucked a lovebite into an area that he will not miss when we see him? Unless I wore a turtleneck.”
She purses her lips, acting as if that wasn’t her plan all along. But I know her better than that. “You did the same thing to me,” she points out, brushing a piece of hair that’s fallen from her messy bun to show me the bruise I gave her last night in my bed.
“Yeah, but that was in the heat of the moment fucking you. Not ‘cause I knew we were going to see your ex.” I tease. “An ex you fucked, might I add.”
“I can’t believe you think I’d be that fuckin’ petty.” As she says so, she feigns innocence and I smile, pulling her to me.
I press my lips to her forehead, informing her, “You’re too much like me.”
“Ugh,” she faux gags, teasing me, “you’re so full of yourself that you’ve fuckin’ fallen in love with yourself.”
“Look at me,” I play back, “Who wouldn’t fall in love with all of this?”
“Mhm,” she muses, “I totally fell in love with you the moment you insinuated I only got to be a good driver ‘cause I couldn’t stop fucking people.”
I know she means it as a joke, but I can’t help that every time she throws that back in my face it breaks my heart a little further. As if she’s already thrown the axe and cracked it and every time she adjusts the axe, it only causes it to settle further and further, thereby causing more ache within the organ.
“Arielle—” I start, still emotional over my stupidity for saying that all those months ago. I really can’t apologize enough for saying it. I just hope in the months that I’ve grown to love her that I’ve shown I don’t believe a word of it. I know exactly who she is. How tenacious, strong-willed, intelligent, hardworking and skilled she truly is. Nobody helped her get to where she is or helped her become who she is today more than she did.
“I’m sorry,” she says softly, grabbing my face in her hands. My gaze is soft as she looks at me and I swear she can see past every guard I’ve ever put up and she can see just how much it hurts me when she brings up that memory. “You know that I forgave you for that. I know you didn’t mean it and I’m sorry for bringing it up again. It was just a joke, but I promise it’s a thing of the past.”
“S’alright,” I tell her, swallowing the lump in my throat. “How about we just finish up eating, yeah? I wouldn’t want this lovely meal to go to waste.”
“Nate, I love you.”
“I love you.” I repeat back to her. “I will forever.”
She kisses me once more before we go back to eating our pancakes and eggs. After a few minutes, I’ve finished and I clean up my mess, looking at her with adoration from across the island. I can see that she’s bothered by what happened a few minutes earlier and so, in an attempt to brush it all off, I speak up. “I wanna’ give you something.”
She lifts her head up, chewing her food and then asking, “What?”
“I’ll be right back. I have a gift for you.”
She smiles and glances around curiously. My eyes light up and I turn from her to scurry down the hallway. I rifle through the top dresser drawer and find the small white box inside. As I enter the kitchen again, Arielle is standing at the sink as she cleans up her dish. I approach her, wrapping my arms around her waist and showing her the gift.
“What is it?” She questions as she takes the small jewelry box from my hands.
“Open it,” I encourage, pressing my lips to her temple.
She rotates it in her hands and releases a chuckle the second she opens it. She can’t wipe the smile from her face as she picks a single barbell up in her fingers. “Nipple barbells that have weed leaves on either end,” she says with another light laugh and a nod of her head.
“I bought them months ago.” I admit. “Like the day after you got your tits pierced.”
She spins in my arms, leaning her back against the cupboards. “How could I forget? You were so whiny and pouty about wanting to play with them. It was like telling a kid he can’t open his fuckin’ Christmas presents.”
I laugh, aware of the fact that she isn’t wrong. I couldn’t help myself. I was so excited at the idea of how sexy she looks with them and of how much pleasure they can bring her that I was losing my fucking mind during the healing period. “I was planning on giving you them for Christmas but I want you to have them now.”
I love this damn woman. I have to give her more than nipple jewelry for a present. She needs something thoughtful, meaningful and something that shows her how much I care about her. How important she is in my life.
“Christmas is in a few days,” she points out.
“Think of it as an early gift then.”
She raises an eyebrow as if she’s questioning something and I ask her what’s on her mind. “I feel like this was more a gift for you than for me. We both know how much you love playing with my piercings.”
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