Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 61
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 61 - 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 Dream
A R I E L L E
Raindrops begin to fall from the clouds and we both glance upwards, not moving an inch from one another. His mouth finds mine again and he laughs softly before saying, “I reckon I’m so good I’ve even made the sky wet.”
I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my lips. “Shut up and fuckin’ kiss me.”
“As you wish, Miss Hawthorne.” He uses one hand to grip my chin, tongue sliding into my mouth. As he steals the breath from my lungs, his free hand sneakily reaches for the strap to my top and he gently yanks it down.
His hands find my ass again and he presses his lips to the shell of my ear, whispering in a growl, “Arielle, I’m gonna’ need you to bend over your car.”
“Is that so?” I ask, fisting his shirt in my hands. “And why would that be?”
“How else am I gonna’ fuck you? Hm?” His greedy hands reach for the other strap and he drags it down my shoulder, audibly groaning when he is gifted with the sight of my naked pierced tits.
“Bent over the hood of yours?” I muse, hooking my hands underneath his wet shirt to pull it over his head and then proceeding to pinch his pierced nipple in between my fingers. He tosses his soaked shirt onto the hood of my car—since it’s closest to us—and smirks as he observes me playing with his piercing.
“There’s always time for that,” he teases with a smile before he ducks his head down to take my right nipple between his lips. I cry in euphoria at the sensation, arching into him while threading my fingers deep between his thick hair that’s become wet from the drizzle.
I let out a squeal when his hands hold my ass, lifting me up to wrap my legs around him. In doing so, my skirt—being rather tight—gives and rides further up my thighs while I hold on to him. He spins me around until his shins hit my front bumper and he gently lays me across the hood of my Firebird.
I bite my lip to suppress a smile, only to gasp a second later when my nipple piercing is in his mouth a second time. I moan loudly, not caring if anyone hears us and fairly positive that no one can over the storm, reaching for him.
When he pulls away, I exhale a satisfied hum, observing the way he admires my body. His fingertips are gentle against my flesh, tracing along my sternum tattoo. His eyelashes—long and heavy with raindrops—flutter as he memorizes each black line. “Beautiful,” he mutters so lowly that I barely make out what he’s said.
My hands press to his chest and I follow the black wings inked there, slowly dragging my sight up his neck towards his face. I expect to find hazel eyes meeting mine, but instead, they’re a deeper shade of brown. My hands have made their way to his hair and I study the strands in my hands, which aren’t black, but dark brown with a wave to them.
Confused and in a weird daze I turn my eyes down to his chest again, noticing that the familiar black that once decorated his chest has disappeared. Instead, I spot different tattoos on his neck and the curve of his shoulder—a crown and a cobweb. There’s no longer a single pierced nipple either, both have barbells through them.
James.
I sit up in bed with a gasp, forgetting where I am for a minute. My hands find the plush of the comforter and I look around my hotel room as I come back to the present.
Did I just have a dream about the night when Nate followed me, bent me over the hood of my Firebird, and fucked me in the middle of a rain storm—however my sleep brain substituted Nate for James?
Is my subconscious trying to suggest something or is this one of those random dreams that shouldn’t be looked into further? What could it even mean?
That I’m having feelings for James? That’s already obvious. I like him—I’m not fucking in love with the dude—but I’m clearly attracted to him and like hanging out with him. My subconscious wouldn’t be suggesting something that evident.
I can’t help but wonder if this is related to the storm incident from last night. The night with Nate that I dreamt about had a storm and last night I learned that James has a quote tattooed into his side related to storms. It’s possible that was important to my mind. It felt like a freakish epiphany last night when I realized the connection.
But I’ll admit, after making out with James and heading off to bed alone, the thought never crossed my mind again.
I push the thought to the back of my head, not wanting to think about it. In fact, I’d rather forget I even dreamt it to begin with. When I look at the clock, I realize it’s time to get up anyways and so I lift myself off the mattress, stretching before I head to the shower.
An hour or two later, I’m laying in a more secluded area on an outdoor daybed, enjoying the sound of the waves crashing nearby. I can also faintly hear noise from people elsewhere on the beach as they play with their children, drunkenly have fun in the sand, or swim in the water. I even noticed a volleyball game earlier and the sound of cheers and a ball being passed echo in the distance too.
I sigh, relaxing into the soft cushion beneath me. After showering this morning, I changed into a burgundy-coloured bikini, ate breakfast with everyone and then headed down here. I’ve been dozing off for the last forty minutes, the sun scorching against my skin.
It’s fucking hot out today, actually. Almost too hot to sunbathe.
I roll, checking my phone to see if Chase or Zara have texted me. Even though we’ve all come on vacation together, we ended up going separate ways this morning—not that I mind—but it’d be nice to have an idea of where they are for safety reasons.
Plus, I’m curious if they ended up doing something really cool. I know that I didn’t want to do much today, but I’m still wondering what their day has consisted of. As I lift my phone screen to my face, I nearly clumsily drop the fucking thing on my face, noticing that I haven’t gotten a message.
I shrug it off, and go back to my suntanning, only to be interrupted by a shadow caused by a person. I forcefully try to look and see who it is—because the sun is so blinding—finding James’ shirtless body. He smirks down at me, eyes dragging down my body as I feel a shiver race down my spine.
He’s holding two identical drinks in his hands from the bar—they’re light red in colour and filled with ice cubes. “For you,” he offers, handing me the glass.
As I drink from the straw, the familiar punch of rum hits my tastebuds and I enjoy how cold it is. With how fucking hot it is, any sense of cool is refreshing as hell. “You just sunbathing out here?” He asks me as he seats himself beside me on the daybed and watches the waves hit the beach.
“Mhm,” I say, eyes closed as I stretch out, enjoying the warmth of the sun—despite feeling like my overall body temperature is a thousand degrees.
I don’t hear any noise from James and so, I simply assume that he’s mimicking what I’m doing. However, when the cushion beneath me dips, I know he’s doing something. I don’t bother opening my eyes, guessing that he’s just positioning himself to lay like I am.
I can suddenly feel a presence above me and so, when James tucks his hand under my head, wraps it around my nape and brings my lips to his, I’m not surprised. Immediately, I can feel the coolness from his drink as our mouths reunite. My fingers thread through his hair as he moves to deepen the kiss and he passes an ice cube from his mouth to mine.
And I swear it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever fucking experienced.
I open my eyes to glance up at him, rolling the ice cube around with my tongue.
“You looked hot,” he explains, his voice husky and low. “Well, you always do. I don’t think there’s anything that’ll change that.”
I smile, playfully pushing his chest as I roll my eyes. He laughs, reaching an arm over to grab my drink and steal an ice cube from it. He raises an eyebrow before leaning closer over me to press it to the tender spot below my ear while holding it between his lips. I squirm beneath him, back arching and thighs clenching together while I hold his head close to my body.
He teasingly goes lower, slowly dragging the cold towards my tits. He draws it over the curve of my breast, following the fabric of my bikini top and I moan quietly—acutely aware of where we are—trying my best not to gasp and fucking choke on the melting cube in my own mouth.
“James—” I whine, trying to ask him a question but it comes out more like a gasp as his mouth finds the valley of my breasts. When he lifts his head for a moment, I open my mouth to say what I was going to say, but the words aren’t even able to leave my lips because his head drops down again when he places the ice cube between his lips over my nipple. Even through the fabric of my bikini, I can feel the cold seeping through, sending jolts of desire right down to my toes.
He does the same with the other nipple and I’m barely able to form a thought. Everything around us is suddenly gone except for me, and him, and his hand on the curve of my hip and his mouth tracing along my sternum piece.
I hear laughter in the distance and it brings me back to the present. “James,” I recite his name again, “What about Chase and Zara?” I’m not even sure if what I’m saying is making sense or if he’ll understand my vagueness but I can barely form a fucking thought.
He travels lower, straight down to my navel piercing. “Wh–What if they see us?” I arch further off the daybed, moaning quietly, forgetting about the ice cube in my mouth until I go to suck on it in an attempt to keep quiet and I realize that it’s long melted.
“They’re on an excursion, Arielle.” He circles my belly button and then his mouth traces a quick path back up to my mouth. “Besides, as much as I’d love to, I’m not gonna’ fuck you in the middle of the day on a public beach when there are families everywhere.”
I swallow back a moan, my pussy clenching at the sound of his dirty mouth. I smirk, “You say that like you have a chance.”
I’m only teasing and he knows that. He’s aware of how sexually open I am, as well as how high my sex drive is. He’s not oblivious to the fact that I’m strongly physically attracted to him. Although, if I’m being honest, I haven’t exactly been secretive about it anyways.
What can I say? I’m a flirt.
And fucking horny.
“You say that like I don’t,” he replies, rolling over to collapse beside me. He leans on his elbow and stares at me and so I turn to face him. He provokes me further, playfully grabbing the string of my bikini bottom tied at the side and tugs as if he’s going to untie it.
“You haven’t even taken me to dinner yet and you expect me to put out?”
“One dinners all it takes?”
I shrug, pursing my lips. “Actually, if I’m being honest—” I lift myself up, using a hand to push against his chest. He lays flat on his back and I move to straddle his waist, pressing my palms flat to his bare chest. I can’t help myself, reaching one hand out to pinch one of his nipple piercings. I then grind my hips against his, acting as if it was an unintentional thing. “It wouldn’t even take one dinner.”
He swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. His hands find my hips and he traces along the stretch marks indented into my flesh. “Really?”
Hours later, we’ve just enjoyed a wonderful meal out on the beach with Chase and Zara. Turns out, they went on some sort of couples’ shopping trip today and Zara went crazy buying shit. They were gone nearly all day, so by the time they got back, both of them were exhausted from all the walking.
However, it turns out that Zara was kind enough to buy me a dress. It’s super cute—short hemmed, white and beachy. In fact, I’m wearing it now as James walks me back to my hotel room for safety reasons. Chase and Zara headed back to their hotel room after eating, but all of them are on a different floor than I am, since Chase got me a more exclusive suite.
When James and I arrive at my room, the tension is thick between us. After last nights hot tub event and then the ice cube one earlier today, it’s been difficult to focus on much else other than him.