Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 75
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 75 - 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 They Go On Vacation
A R I E L L E
I adjust my skirt and fix my hair, smirking at Nate ‘s reflection in the mirror. He’s doing the same—flattening the frenzy that his hair has become from me yanking on it and dragging my fingers through it. “Welcome to the mile high club, Babygirl,” he congratulates me with his hands on my hips and his lips to the bare skin at the base of my neck.
“Same to you, Babyboy.”
He chuckles and twists me to face him, descending his mouth upon mine. “I’ll see you out there,” he informs me, smirking before he quietly and carefully exits the tiny bathroom.
I take another glance at myself in the mirror. It’s obvious I’ve been thoroughly fucked, I have that glow that Chase always refers to as post-nut glow. Even though I’m not the type that visibly flushes, there’s still something about my reflection that screams that I’ve just joined the mile high club.
You read that right, we’re on a plane. Flying first class.
Where’d we decide to go on vacation? Which location did I choose of my five options? Muskoka.
I’d thought long and hard about where to go, did a bit of research and Canada seemed like the cheapest, safest, calmest option. Flights here were a bit more expensive than Vegas, but I thought it was a happy medium. At least compared to the prices for the other places.
A large part of my decision involved Nate. He’s been through so much, he’s done so fucking much for me that I want to give him something back. And I think a sense of peace and calm—of a disconnect—is exactly what he needs right now.
I tried pressuring him into telling me his location preference in my most encouraging way. However, even with his dick down my throat, he refused to confess and told me I had to make the choice for myself.
“Whatever you want is what I want, Angel.”
I still don’t know where he wanted to go, but I guess I’ll find out soon when we land and get there. Maybe then he’ll finally tell me.
I fix my hair a bit more and then exit the tiny plane bathroom discreetly. However, I get a look from one of the flight attendants that makes me think we weren’t as discreet as we thought we were.
When we enter the cottage, I’m a bit taken aback. When we drove up to this place, I nearly swallowed my fucking tongue. It’s massive. Maybe it’s because of the fact that it’s surrounded by an expanse of wooded area, but the cottage is bigger than I ever expected.
I guess I was expecting a small, modest cabin. A place that was built of logs and had a small dock that is only big enough for someone to fish off. But this is the complete opposite of that.
The cottage must be well over three thousand square feet. We had to drive past a gated entry just to get into the place. The building itself is covered in a brown-coloured siding, with windows everywhere that adorn a thick, black casing around them.
As for the inside, it’s not as cottage-y as I expected. There are few pieces of wood and stone that I’d relate with this sort of place. The only traces of stone are on the fireplace and the bits of unfinished wood are on the fireplace mantle, the beams along the ceiling and the hardwood on the flooring.
The walls are painted a light shade of tan throughout. The living room has two white couches and two brown single armchairs. The dining room has a gorgeous chandelier made of wood that is ornately shaped and probably cost more than all the furniture in my house combined. Beneath the chandelier sits a large table—likely enough to sit at minimum twelve people.
I saunter into the kitchen, where I run my hands along the white marble countertop speckled with bits of grey. The island must be at least twenty fucking feet long, with a sink in the middle of it. Despite it being such a massive surface, I’ve always fucking hated when people put sinks in the middle of islands, it seems much more practical to me to have one gigantic flat surface.
The cabinets are white. The top ones have small glass panels in them to mimic a windowpane. There are two ovens, two dishwashers, an industrial-sized fridge and a wine fridge as well. I think I need to invest in one of those.
I place my hands atop the island countertop and take a moment to appreciate the view. I glance out over the property, at the boat house that is likely as large as my own place back home. I can spot a sandy beach off to the right with kayaks and paddle boards. There’s also a dock built off the side of the boathouse where I’m sure there’s deeper water, with some chairs to lounge in the sun and a ladder off the end.
I feel a presence behind me and then Nate’s arms are wrapped around my waist and he’s pressing the front of his body to the back of mine. He tucks his stubble-covered chin in the crook of my neck that tickles at my skin. “What d’you think?” His voice is soft and low and I smile, leaning towards him.
“It’s beautiful,” I comment. “Relaxing.”
I can’t see him, but I can tell that he smiles. “C’mon,” he urges, removing himself from me and grabbing my hand. He intertwines our fingers and then pulls me to follow him. “I’ll show you the rest of the cottage.” He seems excited—giddy, almost—as he heads down the hallway towards another area.
He has to flick the lights on as he leads me into a darker room. My eyes adjust to the bright lights as he stops us in the centre. The first thing I see is a rounded room—it has another fireplace in the centre and the flooring is made of stone. It looks out over the lake, filled with couches so you’re able to sit and take in every degree of the view.
I then look off to the left, noticing a pool table. It’s modern, black and has a deep blue felt atop it. I inwardly smirk at the sight and I think Nate can tell how I react to it because he squeezes my hand in his.
He lets go of my hand and saunters into the rounded area, standing to admire the view of the lake. “This might be my favourite area of the house,” he confesses.
“You say that like you’ve been here before,” I comment, a bit confused. We all stepped into the house together, we’ve only been here for a matter of maybe ten minutes—how does he already have a favourite spot? I haven’t even had a chance to find the bedroom yet.
“No,” he chuckles, likely realizing why I’m bewildered. “I did the virtual tour. When you said Muskoka was where you wanted to go, I did my research.”
“So, you chose this place?”
He nods and for the first time since arriving, my mind considers how much this cost. I’ve been so distracted in the luxury of this place that I hadn’t even thought about how much the dollar value of this place was for the time we’re here.
“Nate —” I mutter his name, disappointed. “How much was this place?”
He comes to me, cupping my face in his hands. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, it does.”
“Nope, it doesn’t.”
“Nate —”
“Arielle—”
“Nate, I’m serious. We could stay in a fuckin’ tent on some campsite somewhere and I’d be just as happy.”
“The cost of anything and everything while we’re here isn’t for you to fret about.” He brushes his thumb along my cheek, staring down at me intensely. “So shh,” he calms.
“It’s too much—”
“Arielle,” he warns, pressing his mouth to mine, “If you don’t shut up, I’ll have to put your mouth to use to make you shut up, yeah?”
I smirk as a spark of heat courses through my body. “You think that’ll actually make me stop talking?”
“It will,” he assures me, kissing me again, “At least for a little while.”
“Fuck! This is fuckin’ sick!” I hear Chase’s voice echo down the hall and Nate laughs. The type of laugh where his eyes squint and his tongue pushes against his teeth.
“C’mon,” he urges again, “I’ll show you our bedroom.”
He entwines our fingers again and I follow behind. “Do you even know where it is?” I inquire with a laugh.
He lifts my hand to his face, pressing his mouth to the back of it. “I have an idea of where.”
As we pass by the entrance to the main living and dining area, I can hear Chase. I’m assuming he’s in the living room because I hear a faint click! as if someone’s flicked a light switch and then the telltale sound of a flame burning, along with his voice, yelling out dramatically, “Fire!” Which sounds more like fi-yaaa!
There’s some shuffling as Nate leads me up the staircase and I can hear Chase as he sings, “Let’s gather round the campfire and sing our campfire song—”
Jesus Christ.
“Is he singing Spongebob?” Nate laughs and I join him as we hit the upstairs landing.
“He’s obviously very excited.” I pull away from Nate for a moment to grab the railing and lean over it. I yell through the house, “Chase that’s not even a fuckin’ campfire! It’s a fireplace, you moron!”
“Fuck off, fire is fire!” He replies.
I hear Zara scolding him, but I can’t make out exactly what she says because Nate yanks me towards the far end of the house. He leads me past several other bedrooms. I manage to take a peek into one that appears to be a master bedroom and try to stop him, “Isn’t this the master?”
He tugs me towards him, “There’s two masters. Chase and Zara get that one. Ours is this way.”
We pass at least five bedrooms, I count them as we go by the doors. I can’t see well into them because it’s getting dark out, but from the little I can see with what’s left of the sunrise, they all look beautiful.
Eventually, Nate leads me to the furthest side of the house—several bedrooms away from the one Chase and Zara will be using—and removes his hand from mine to push the doors open. He allows me to take several steps into the darkness before he turns on the lights and I’m able to take in the space.
It’s not an overly huge room, but nonetheless, it’s stunning. There’s a large bed—king-sized, most likely—decorated in a fluffy-looking patterned comforter. The wall behind the bed is covered in a raw looking wood, as is the ceiling. There’s a big window overlooking the lake with a built-in seat beneath it, as well. My eyes scan the fireplace and I smile to myself because this place is fucking amazing.
I walk to the far side of the room and peek into the attached bathroom. It’s not exactly fancy. It’s bigger than my kitchen at home, but fairly simple. It’s a bathroom—a toilet, double sink vanity, separate tub and a shower big enough to bathe probably six at once.
When I spin around to face Nate again, I finally notice that my suitcase has already been brought in. In my zone out downstairs, Nate probably lugged it up here.
“You’ve been very quiet,” he tells me from where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. He reaches out for me and like a magnet, I’m unable to avoid the attraction. I step in between his knees and his hands rest at the backs of my thighs, teasing at the hem to my skirt.
“I’m in shock,” I admit to him. “This place is ten times what I expected when I decided Muskoka.”
He lips curve upwards a bit, “What exactly were you expecting?”
I shrug, “For most people cottages aren’t this luxurious. Cottages are meant to still be roughing it in some form, at least.”
“Oh, yeah? Like what?”
“No internet, shitty cell service.”
He laughs.
“There’s usually some form of disconnect from regular life,” I tell him, threading my fingers through his hair.
He hums in agreement. “I could’ve gone that route,” he admits, “but you deserve the best.” I open my mouth to berate him again for spending so frivolously, but he stands all the sudden and descends his mouth upon mine. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Are y’all fucking already?” Chase’s voice can’t be mistaken as he approaches us. It echoes terribly through the hall and I laugh while Nate cups my face in his hands and presses a kiss to my forehead.
“Yes!” Nate lies, “Don’t come.”
But it’s too late because Chase is already leaning against the doorframe. “Are you talking to her or to me?”
“Fuck off, Chase,” I pick a throw pillow up off the bed and toss it at him.
However, he dodges it with ninja-like precision. He glances around our room, taking it all in, “Damn, this is way better than our room.”
“Chase, I saw everyone’s bedrooms. Yours is practically the same, minus a separate tub in the bathroom.”
“What if we want to have a bath together?” He asks, pushing past us to peer out the window overlooking the lake. “Fuck, you even have a better view.”
“Alright, well, there’s a whole fuckin’ lake out there. If that’s not what floats your boat—pun not intended—then there’s two other bathrooms in this place, both of which have bathtubs. There’s also a fuckin’ hot tub.” Nate chuckles, “Second, birthday girl gets the better view. Sorry not sorry.”
“You talkin’ about yourself or the lake?” Chase teases, eyes playfully running up and down Nate ‘s body.
Eventually Nate leads me down towards the docks and I get lost in a moment of awe as I absorb the view. The lake appears big, with only a few cottages in the bay, and trees as far as the eye can see. It’s difficult to make out too much because it’s dark now, but the view is gorgeous even like this.
Nate grabs two towels from a cabinet in the boathouse and tosses them onto a lounger. Making eye contact with me, he pulls his shirt over his head. When he kicks off the shoes he was wearing and begins undoing the button on his jeans, I ask, “What are you doing?”
It’s obvious, but I still wear a mischievous smile as I ask the question.
“Skinny dipping. Care to join, Miss Hawthorne?” He cocks an eyebrow and pushes his jeans to his ankles.
“Won’t it be cold?”