Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 6
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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 Fulfills A Fantasy
ARIELLE
When there’s a soft knock at the door, I don’t need to even wonder about who it is. So, when I open the door and the tattooed boy with midnight hair is quick to capture my waist and hungrily press his lips against mine, I expect it.
I don’t realize how much I’ve missed his presence until those familiar flares shoot through my body where his fingertips dig into my skin. The smell of his cologne envelops me, and I grab his face in my hands as he deepens the kiss.
He growls lowly, hands dragging down my body where he squeezes my ass underneath my skirt. “Where’s your room?” He breathes against my skin when he pulls away, breathless.
I grab his hand, turning around to head down the hall, but not without a harsh slap to my naked ass—which has been exposed to him when his hand gently lifted my skirt hem.
“That’s for not greeting me with bare tits and your gorgeous pussy,” he scolds, hand striking my ass again.
I giggle and lead him to my bedroom, which he stops inside for a moment to admire. While he’s checking things out, I adjust my hair in the large standup mirror I have placed up against my one wall.
“Put these on,” he tells me as he holds up a pair of very high heels. I realize he must’ve found a pair inside my closet that he liked while peeking around. My insides twist deliciously at the thought of him fucking me with them on, which I have a feeling is his plan.
I take them from his hands and sit on the edge of my bed as he watches me. However, just as I’m slipping my foot into the first heel, he tells me to stop and steps forward to quickly lift my leg up in the air. It causes my back to hit the mattress and my skirt lifts up to my waist, exposing my covered pussy to his hungry eyes.
He runs a hand up my leg slowly, enjoying the goosebumps he brings about my skin. When he reaches my foot, he ensures the heel is on by doing up its strap. He then moves onto the other leg and then when my feet hit the ground, he hovers his body over mine.
I can see the lust pooling in his eyes, and I’m sure I’m returning the exact same gaze.
I’ve been waiting for this moment for an entire week, and I can’t even begin to tell you how good it feels just to have him in my presence. Everything about him is so intoxicating and I fucking love it. I want him to fuck me like his life depends on it.
I don’t even care if Chase comes home early and hears my skull banging against my headboard. At least that way, everyone will know how fucking good I’m getting it.
I run a hand along his jaw, and he melts into my touch, placing his palms on either side of my torso so that his chest is just inches from mine.
“I want to fuck you, Arielle.” He husks and I nearly moan out loud.
“So do it,” I snap back, eyes full of lust and my stomach coiling with desire. I know I’m already wet for him, pooling in my flimsy little white lace panties I’d only bought two weeks ago.
I couldn’t help it. As much as I hated everything he stands for, my body was attracted to him. My heart races at the sound of his husky voice, my eyes go wide at the sight of his inked flesh, my pussy throbs at the smell of his cologne along with that look in his eyes.
He stands up from me and takes a step back. I take that as my welcome to stand from the bed and I do so, walking over to my mirror, curious as to how the heels make me look.
He was too hot for his own good, and he knew that. He used it to his advantage to get exactly what he wanted—my body—and I’ll be damned if I wasn’t ready to give it to him entirely.
I hate that he has this effect on me.
I can see him in the reflection of the mirror where he stands behind me, staring at my body as he bites down on his lip. “I’m going to fuck you in front of this mirror.”
“What are you waiting for?” I muse, running a hand along my side. I hook my fingers under the hem of my shirt, lifting it and dropping the material to the floor. Nate curses behind me, eyes staring at my breasts in the mirror as he takes careful steps towards me, stopping so that his front is flush against my back.
His hands set on my waist, breath husky in my ear as his fingertips press against the skin of my stomach. He uses a single hand to grab hold of my braided ponytail, pulling my hair to force my head back as he presses hot kisses to my jawline.
I’m so distracted by his lips against my skin, that I don’t realize his other hand has removed itself from my waistline and has now pushed my skirt upwards. I don’t notice it until he pinches my clit between his rough fingers through the thin lace material.
“This is why I love skirts,” he says lowly in my ear, grazing it with his teeth. He pushes himself further into my ass, making me arch into him as his fingers find their way past the material to rub teasingly between my folds.
“Do you, Carter?” I fight the urge to moan out, in a way not wanting to give him that satisfaction of hearing those noises. As much as I know he can tell I’m shamefully soaked for him, I want him to work harder to hear me moan for him.
But I also want him to be a fucking mess.
“Absolutely,” he whispers in my ear, changing direction with his fingers. I lean my head back against his shoulder, all the while knowing he’s watching me in the mirror. “If you were wearing stockings you’d look so fuckin’ sexy, yeah?”
His one hand wraps gently around my throat and his lips press against the curve of my neck where he sucks teasingly.
“Is that one of your fantasies?” I purr, my mind jumbled and foggy as my body comes in tune with his, coming alive under his touch.
“Along with handcuffing you to my bed and fucking you proper until you can’t walk,” he confirms, tracing his swollen lips against the shell of my ear. He pushes his clothed crotch against my ass, making a quiet sound as he does so.
“Fuck, you’re hard.” I moan, grinding my ass into his cock while he grinds back.
“‘Course I’m hard. Look at yourself.” He uses his fingertips to raise my chin, forcing me to look at myself in the reflective surface. He holds gaze with me as he sucks at the skin on my neck, marking me harshly. My reflection is flushed—a testament of the attraction I’m feeling towards him as his lips bring blood to the surface.
His hips gyrate against mine, which causes him to be the first to lowly moan in approval while his hands grab my breasts, pressing them together. “I want to fuck these too,” he mutters, holding the weight of my breasts in his hands, watching with an animalistic gaze.
He pinches my nipples through the fabric—hard for him, and I can’t take it anymore. I turn around in his arms, only for him to react just as fast. He grabs my chin in his fingers, pressing his lips against mine, but I gasp, which only allows him to slip his tongue between my teeth. His other hand finds its way to my back where he removes my bra with that single hand, discarding it across the room somewhere.
My fingers make quick work of his zipper, annoyed and frustrated that we weren’t equally as naked. I push it down and his jeans are shoved down to his ankles. Desperately, I grab his cock through the material of his boxer–briefs, stroking him.
He’s definitely hard—swollen and ready for me. I smirk into the kiss just as he growls out from deep within his chest the second my hand is around him.
I already know he’s big—bigger than I’ve ever been with and internally I’m squirming in anticipation, knowing he’s going to feel fucking euphoric inside of me again.
“Do you want me inside of you?” He breathes, hands groping at my bare ass that’s revealed to him in the barely–there panties I’m wearing.
“More like do you want to be inside of me?” I muse, running a hand along his beard while my other still strokes him through his underwear. “Do you want to see how wet I am for you?”
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