Hate Sex Pt. 01

Tessa sat at the large mahogany table of their host's dining room, slowly sipping a glass of red wine. She had been coming to these monthly parties for a year, but she had decided that tonight would be her last one. They simply did not hold her interest anymore. And it didn't help that every time she was here, she had to endure a dinner with Quinn. How she hated that man. Ever since high school they had detested each other.

When she had first met him, she had initially been attracted to him. He was tall and well-built and had played on multiple sports teams back in school, most notably as a linebacker for the football team. His muscles were thick and hard while his dark, full hair always fell wildly into his deep blue eyes. But that girlish crush had quickly morphed into hatred once the animosity between them began.

It had all started over a friendly competition their sophomore year over a school fundraiser, of all things. But it had quickly spiraled into anger when she had beaten him, causing him to not only lose a bet he had made amongst his friends but to also lose face in front of most of their class. How that was her fault, she had never understood. She hadn't even been aware of the bet that he had made, or the embarrassment and hazing he had suffered from his 'friends' when he had lost. But he had been so used to winning that when he had lost to a petite scrap of a girl, he had not taken it well and had taken his anger out on her at school any chance he got. His bullying had been legendary. And ever since then, things had been ugly between them.

Tessa took some responsibility for it. She knew how much winning meant to him so she had made a point to enter every competition that he was involved in just because she knew it drove him crazy when she won, and there was nothing that he could do about it. It had given her a twisted sense of satisfaction. She told herself it was justified after what he had put her through after her initial fundraising win. If his ego was so fragile that he could not stand to lose to a girl, she would make sure he suffered that indignation often. Their friends had always laughed it off as high school drama and had watched the feud between them with gleeful entertainment. But for she and Quinn, the anger and bitterness had been very real.

Despite having graduated from high school over seven years ago, the animosity between them had only grown throughout the years. She had managed to keep her distance from him after graduation, even though they had ended up going to the same college. It had been a big campus and they had majored in different subjects. But they shared a large group of mutual friends and were bound to run into each other at the occasional party. Tessa had wanted to let the past go and even tried to apologize once for being so childish, but he had refused to accept it. The evening had ended with him knocking a bowl full of dip into her lap, to which she had retaliated by throwing a plastic cup of beer at his head. Ever since then, they had given each other a wide berth. But now here they were, three years after their college graduation, being forced into social situations together once again.

After college, they had all become busy with their lives, but their group of about fifteen friends had been determined to stay close. Afterall, many of them had all known each other since they were kids. So once a month they met at one of their houses, each of them taking a turn to host. It was a time to get caught up on each other's busy lives while sharing a good meal and some drinks with friends. But it needled her that Quinn was here. They had always moved in the same social circles, so it had not been surprising that he had been included when the group had been formed, but that didn't mean she liked it. She had almost walked right out of the group's first meetup, but her best friend had convinced her to stay. She tried to keep her distance from Quinn and their friends knew them well enough to know not to ever seat them together. Yet it was easy to see from his hard looks and angry eyes that he had never given up the old rivalry.

Tessa and her friends had all managed to do quite well for themselves since college, and their monthly parties were usually quite elaborate affairs. They got dressed up in their best and sampled opulent food and expensive wines. Tessa had never hosted one yet, and it was unlikely that she ever would since she intended for this to be her last party. Her best friend Kate was the only one she cared to keep contact with, and she could simply do things with the woman outside this group if she stopped coming here.

Perhaps it was time for Tessa to make some new friends. That way she would not have to live with Quinn's contemptuous eyes on her once a month while making small talk with people she didn't really care about anymore. Some of the other junior lawyers from her firm had been asking her to join them for drinks. They went out to a cocktail bar near their downtown office every Friday after work. Maybe she should think about joining them next time. Especially now that her best friend Kate seemed more interested in hooking up with their current host Michael than carrying on a conversation with Tessa. The two had been flirting since high school but had never pursued each other. But lately they had been spending more and more time together. Tessa knew that they had hooked up at the last party and slept together in an unused bedroom of the last host's house. And given the fact that they had both been missing from the table since dessert, they were probably off doing the same tonight.

Tessa drained her glass of wine before she pushed her chair away from the table and excused herself. She didn't really need to go to the bathroom, but she wanted to get away from the table for a while. The conversation had been boring, just rehashing stories from the past, as they also each tried to one up each other regarding their recent successes. Besides, Quinn had been staring at her with that old anger simmering in his eyes. Yet it did not escape her notice that his eyes would linger on her chest every time that he looked at her. That was the way it had always been with him. Equal parts loathing and lust, as if he hated the sight of her face but couldn't help but imagine what he would do to her body if he could.

Good, let him imagine. His fantasies would be as close as he ever came to her.

Tessa knew that she was pretty, but she didn't try to openly flaunt it, especially not to Quinn. But she did always like to look her best and tended to wear pretty dresses to their monthly dinners. Tonight, it was a simple black number, strapless and tight around her chest while the lacy skirt flared prettily out and flounced around her legs where it fell to mid-thigh. She was wearing heels with it, giving her normally petite 5'1" frame a little extra height. Her soft, chestnut brown hair was down and fell around her in a thick cascade that hit halfway down her back.

Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she walked, tossing glances around the large house as she went. Michael was quite possibly the most well off of their group. His family had always had an air of wealth around them, but he had also done very well for himself by buying a bunch of Bitcoin in high school when everyone else had been convinced it was just a fad. Now his millions spoke volumes for his financial sense. It really wasn't a surprise that Kate had been chasing him for a while. She had always been attracted to rich and powerful men, despite the fact that she was quite well off herself from the social media empire that she had built as a lifestyle blogger. Tessa had never understood how that was a real job, but Kate certainly wasn't hurting for money with her many commercial partnerships. But that had not stopped her from pursuing Michael. If they became an actual couple after this, Tessa thought there would be no stopping them on their climb to the top of the social ladder.

Tessa found the first-floor bathroom already occupied so she made her way up the grand staircase to the second floor. She knew that there were several rooms up here. One was sure to be a bathroom. She spied one at the end of the hall but as she began to make her way toward it, she heard sounds emanating from one of the bedrooms ... Kate's voice raised in loud screams of pleasure. Kate often shared tales of her sexcapades with Tessa so she knew that her friend was very uninhibited during sex. Tessa didn't think the sounds would actually carry downstairs to the party below but she knew that Kate wouldn't care even if they did. She probably wanted everyone to know that she and Michael were fucking.

"Classy, Kate." Tess rolled her eyes as she continued toward the bathroom. But she knew that she would be able to hear them even here and the thought didn't appeal to her.

Past the bathroom was another staircase that led up to the third floor. Why had a single man bought a three-story mansion, anyway? Probably just because he could. Tessa made very good money as a lawyer but would never buy something this massive just as a display of her wealth. Instead, she had opted for a penthouse condo high over the city. Someplace close to work in the bustling downtown area that was the center of her universe.

Tessa wasn't sure how Michael would feel about her exploring his house, but he was obviously otherwise occupied so she doubted that he would notice. She decided to head for the quiet third floor just to get away from the people and noise for a bit. She could freshen up in the bathroom and return to the party before anyone even noticed that she was missing. And what did she care if they did notice? She had a feeling that she wouldn't be seeing any of them again any time soon anyway. They were all arrogant and self-absorbed. The parties had stopped being fun a long time ago.

After a quick climb up the stairs, Tessa found herself on the third floor. The air up here felt heavy and stale. She got the impression that Michael probably didn't even come up here very often. Tessa passed a few open doors -- an office, a sitting room, a couple of bedrooms -- before she found what she was looking for. A large bathroom was on her right and she slipped inside and shut the door behind her. She didn't bother to lock it. After all, she did not actually need to use the restroom and even if she did, no one was likely to come up here and bother her.

Tessa cast a glance around the large bathroom, finding it lavishly decorated. Every surface was marble and polished to a high shine. An enormous tub sat on her right while a long counter stretched along the length of the wall on her left. A couple of his-and-hers sinks nestled there but they barely took up any space on the counter at all. There was a thick, soft rug beneath her feet and fluffy matching towels hanging from the racks. Even the bathroom oozed opulence. Michael was such a pretentious asshole.

She turned on the light and found it to be adjustable, and Tessa set it on a lower setting so that her eyes were not assaulted by the obnoxious bright white light that normally flooded most bathrooms. Tessa sighed as she moved over to the counter to the clear area between the sinks and leaned forward to fix her hair and make sure her makeup was still flawless above her pretty brown doe eyes. The counter pressed against her flat belly and her position forced her breasts upward. She was a nice C cup, but her stature being so small had always made her breasts look larger than they really were. The fact that she was wearing a strapless push up bra beneath her dress helped. No wonder Quinn and been staring at her tits all night. Tessa smiled at the thought. She hated the asshole, but she loved that she had that kind of power over him. He couldn't help but look at her.

The rattle of the doorknob on her left drew her attention over to the door with a gasp.

"Occupied." Tessa called before she turned her attention back to the mirror.

The noise halted for a moment before the knob began to turn once again. Tessa looked over in annoyance, about to launch into a lecture about bathroom etiquette before the words died on her lips. The door swung open to reveal Quinn standing on the other side. His large form took up most of the door frame and all but blocked any light coming in from the hall. There was no way that he had just happened to stumble upon her here in this bathroom so far away from the main party. He must have followed her up here.

"I said this bathroom is occupied." Tessa finally snapped at him. "What part of that did you not understand?"

"I understood just fine." His voice was low as he stared at her.

"Then leave." She muttered as she turned her eyes back to the mirror and pushed her hair over her shoulders so that it flowed freely down her back. There was a silver hairbrush on the counter and she used it to smooth her thick locks down before he tossed it back onto the counter beside her.

"No." Was all he said as he stepped into the room, the door swinging shut behind him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She asked in annoyance.

Still, she refused to turn away from the mirror to look at him. At that he chuckled as he began to move toward her. But Tessa noted that his hand flickered out to lock the door behind him before he started moving. The first little alarm bell sounded in her mind at the action, but she still was not fully comprehending his intent.

"I really hate you, you know that?" He rumbled as he slowly stalked toward her.

"The feeling is mutual." She was quick to assure him.

"You know, when I first met you, I thought you were cute." He informed her. By now he was standing directly behind her, his form towering over her. She watched him through the mirror as every cell in her body froze at his words. He too was studying her reflection in the mirror, staring at her face and slowly running his eyes down her body, taking his time when he reached her chest. "I didn't want to date you or anything, but I certainly wanted to fuck you. I used to imagine you getting lost and wandering into the boy's locker room after football practice. You would see me getting changed and not be able to control yourself. You would confess that you wanted me, and then let me to fuck you. And I would, right there in front of the whole team while they watched and cheered."

"You're a perv." Tessa snarled as she jerked to the left and tried to move toward the door. One of his thick arms shot out and blocked her and Tessa felt anger flare within her. "Move, asshole!"

"I think you wanted me too, back then." Quinn observed as he moved and braced his other arm on her right and effectively caged her in. If she wanted out, she was going to have to duck under his arms and she had no intention of crawling around on the floor for him. Instead, she stayed facing the mirror with her back to him, refusing to play his games. "Admit it, you thought I was hot."

Tessa pressed her mouth into a thin line and refused to answer him. He wasn't incorrect, but she wouldn't give him that satisfaction of letting him know that. Besides, there had been too much water under the bridge since then. They both hated each other, so there was no going back to that initial mutual attraction.

"What, nothing to say?" He laughed at her non-response. "That's not like you. But it doesn't matter. Because I know a secret."

"What?" Tessa asked through tightly grit teeth.

"That you still find me attractive..." He murmured as he took a step in to her. Tessa gasped as she was pressed firmly into the counter and now found herself pinned by his body. Maybe she should have ducked under his arm when she had the chance.

"I think ..." He growled near her ear. "That you still want me to fuck you."

"Get the fuck off of me!" Tessa snarled as she tried to jerk away from him.

But she could not stop the blossom of heat deep down in her belly. She found herself pinned to the counter by the man that was her worst enemy as he talked about fucking her, and she was horrified to realize that it was turning her on. He was a thick wall of muscle behind her, over a foot taller than her and had her outweighed by at least a hundred pounds. He could do whatever he wanted to her right now and she would be helpless to fight it. Even if she called for help, no one from the party two floors below would ever hear her.

And for some reason ... her pussy was instantly wet as she felt a flush creep into her cheeks.

"I hate you." She forced herself to growl at him despite the heat within her belly.

"I hate you too." He grinned at her as he studied her flushed face. "But I'm right. If I'm not, just tell me to stop."

As he said it his right hand moved upward toward her chest. Even though the cage of his arms was now open on one side he still kept her pressed firmly against the counter with his solid weight. He seemed to be moving in slow motion as he ghosted his hand over her chest before he snagged the front of her dress and began to pull it downward. Tessa wanted to protest but for some reason, she could not force sound from her throat. Once he had the top of the dress down around her waist his hand moved back upward, skimming her belly before moving behind her to hook beneath the clasp of her bra. Tessa made a strangled sound as her bra fell away, but it was not the firm "no" that she had intended. Instead, it was a wanton mewl as his calloused hands moved up to cup her breasts.

"God damn it girl, I knew you had some nice tits on you." His husky voice groaned near her ear.

Tessa's chest was heaving and every breath pressed her breasts more firmly into his palms. She felt the press of his erection against her butt where he had her pinned and she realized that he was huge. Suddenly the thought of him fucking her with his huge cock filled her mind and she let out another strangled moan.

"You want this." He chuckled as he rolled her breasts in his hands before giving the nipple a firm tweak. Pain and pleasure sparked through her in equal measure, and he only pulled harder on her nipple at her response. "You like a little pain, don't you?"

Tessa gritted her teeth and refused to respond. She might not be able to control her body right now, but she would not give him the satisfaction of hearing her admit it.

"I asked you a question." He barked as one hand left her breast and snaked up into her hair. He snapped her head roughly backward and held her head against his shoulder so he could peer down at her. It felt like he was pulling her hair out from the roots. And the unnatural angle of her neck caused her to arch her back and force her breasts upward. She was standing on her tiptoes now to alleviate some of the pressure on her scalp.

"Answer me. You like a little pain, don't you?"

"Yes." The word was stuttered as it rattled out of her.

She had discovered that fact quite by accident. One of her ex-boyfriends had smacked her ass once while she had been riding him and it had sent her straight into orgasm. Yet no matter how much she had asked him to experiment with pain a little more, he had refused and eventually broken up with her over it. After that, Tessa had never asked another man to experiment with her again for fear of scaring them away.

"Good. Cause I'm not gentle." He chuckled as he released her hair before landing a slap across her breast with an open palm. Tessa gasped at the sudden shock of pain across her sensitive nipple, and he only laughed at her reaction. "Admit it, you liked that. You want me to hurt you."

"No." Tessa managed to shake her head even though her body screamed the exact opposite.

"No?" He chuckled before his hand dipped downward. Tessa only realized at the last moment where he was heading. That rough hand slipped under her skirt and pushed past the thin covering of her panties. "Then why are you soaking wet?"