Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 5
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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 She’s Interested
ARIELLE
“I’ll just meet you outside,” I tell Chase as I start for the door.
We’d decided to spend the day together. Well, more so Chase decided to tag along while I had errands to do. I had to get my hair cut this morning—Chase flirted with the hairdressers the entire time—then I wanted to go shopping. Which has now turned into Chase torturously peering through every single rack to look for deals.
I’ve been waiting for the last twenty minutes as he’s tried shit on. First it was a tank top, then some shorts, then a pair of fucking sandals and I was done. It wasn’t even like he was close to being done because he still had probably five other things to try on.
That’s when I made the decision that I’d just meet him outside.
Not that everything was bad about today. I’d managed to get my haircut, so I looked cute, plus I found two new outfits while shopping, despite Chase’s constant annoyance. He was the worst person to shop with because he had to look at everything.
It was one of his flaws. He hated the unknown. It was why he loved the lottery and scratch offs. He couldn’t stand the thought of what if. He liked to take every opportunity because he felt like if he wouldn’t, he’d miss out on something.
It was irritating at times, but it was also Chase. At this point, I was pretty used to it. Not that I didn’t bitch about it, though.
Sitting there while waiting for him gave me time to think and that was the last thing I wanted to do. Boring moments led me to thinking about Nate and our encounter on his pool table. The way he bent me over the hard wooden surface and fucked me in a way I’ve never been fucked before. It was straight animalistic power and I want more of it.
It’s safe to say I’ve been taking longer showers this last week and using my old vibrating friend that’s been safely kept in my nightstand drawer.
Although it’s nothing like him. He’s better than anything I’ve ever experienced and now it’s like I’m craving him. I’m craving nothing more than Nate ‘s touch, his raspy voice in my ear, his hot breath fanning down the bare skin of my back, hotly between my legs, the scrape of his beard, and his thick cock brushing against my—
I take a heavy breath in an attempt to compose myself. Thinking about him and the things he can do has my sexual inner goddess crying out for attention. She wants his attention, but there’s no way in hell I will call him saying I need him.
Even though I do need him. I won’t call him being a needy one-night stand. There’s no guarantee that he’s going to ever contact me again. I know his deal. He’s a one-night stand kind of guy and he’s already slept with me once.
Granted, I’d like to think I made quite the impression.
On his billiards table, anyways.
Just as I’m about to cross the street, I nearly trip on my own two feet but manage to save myself at the last minute. I hope and pray that no one saw that embarrassing moment, but that thought is shattered when I hear someone familiar calling my name.
“Well, well, well,” I hear a voice saying. “Fancy seeing you here.”
I look towards the familiar tone to find Hayes, who stands maybe ten feet away from me. He’s leaning up against a building with his arms crossed and looking hot as ever.
I smile when I see him. He looks really cute, with ruffled hair and a leather jacket hanging off his shoulders. He returns my smile as I ask, “Are you following me?”
Hayes chuckles, flashing that both adorable and sexy grin of his. He looks so sexy today in his tight shirt which shows off the faint outline of abs. It makes me want to rip his shirt off and have sweaty sex with him atop his purring motorcycle.
“No, but is that what you’d like, Arielle?” He flirts shamelessly as he approaches me.
I try to hide my blush, responding, “I don’t date stalkers.”
He runs a hand along his beard, now just a couple feet before me. His deep cologne radiates off his clothing, filling my senses with a scent to remember. “Date?” He teases, catching me in my off-guard moment.
I don’t fluster when I answer, “Don’t lie and say you’re not interested.”
He wets his lips. “You caught me. How could I not be?” He questions as his eyes drag up my body from where they begin at my feet. It brings a blush about my cheeks, and I return his heated gaze when it finally lands on my eyes.
“Hayes—” I begin.
He interrupts by stepping even closer to me and cupping my cheek in his large hand. His thumb traces my lower lip, and my heart begins to race at the contact and the fact that it appears he’s about to kiss me. I’m not sure where this super forward Hayes came from, but I like him.
He slowly wets his lips, “I’m a gentleman, Arielle.” I feel like he’s about to explain more, but we’re interrupted.
“Ari, I got—” Chase stops dead in his tracks when he sees how close Hayes and myself are. Hayes is reluctant to pull away at first. In fact, his hand never removes itself from my face and I’m forced to turn to Chase with Hayes’ massive hand still cupping my cheek.
Once I smile at Chase—mostly blushing that he’s caught me like this—Hayes finally pulls away from me, but still seems to hover near in case. He seems oddly protective and it’s just Chase. It makes me wonder if he’s just like that or if he’s being overly paranoid.
It scares me a little because it makes me think of overprotective men and how much of a disaster that can be sometimes. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love a man who isn’t afraid to protect his woman, but some men just cross the line and take it way too far.
He looks at Chase in a way that reads he’d like to beat the shit of him. It makes me laugh because he actually believes Chase is competition when in reality, Chase is like my brother.
I can see Chase fucking smirking. I already know that means he’s going to tease the shit out of me and I’m dreading it like all hell.
But then I look at Hayes and in a way he looks terrified. He has this look like he suspects Chase is my boyfriend and that we’ve just been caught cheating. While he’s having some sort of moral dilemma in his head, Chase is giving me these stupid fucking wiggling eyebrows that I know all too well.
I flip him off, holding my hand in a place where Hayes can’t see it.
“Who are you?” Hayes finally asks. It comes off as a little protective and frankly unnecessary, but Chase just laughs it off. Chase gives me a look before glancing back at Hayes. Suddenly my palms get nervously sweaty, and I inaudibly give a look to Chase that says to shut up. Even though I know he won’t, it’s Chase we’re talking about.
Chase plays into Hayes’ sudden insecurity, so he vaguely responds, “Chase. You?”
It’s interesting seeing the two of them stand near each other because of how starkly different they were. Not just personality–wise but visually, too. Chase was much more muscular than Hayes, although Hayes was much taller. In fact, Chase almost looks like a child height–wise when he stands near Hayes.
But I have absolutely no doubts that if Chase were to get in a fight with Hayes, he could keep his own. Yes, Hayes had height on him, but Chase could swing a punch like nobody’s business. I’ve seen him work out, and I’ve also seen him beat the shit out of some fucker who touched me inappropriately when we were in the club once.
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