I Hate You Ch. 01

Ch. 01 · Blind Sex Date With Destiny

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"I hate you."

Elliot folded her arms tightly. The man across the table from her blinked but did nothing else. He was plain, with a buzzed head, stiff features, and unremarkable masculine clothes--jeans and a black shirt, hardly an enticing fit to choose for a blind date.

"If I could kill anyone with my mind, it would be you."

A couple adjacent laughed briefly, overhearing Elliot, but she wasn't joking. She knew this man, though this was supposed to be a "blind sex date". That kind of thing was popular at night at this little hole-in-the-wall café in the city.

Tears formed in Elliot's eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"Fuck you," Elliot said bitterly, her bottom lip quivering as she flashed back to that night at the frat party. The bodies upon hers. This big, strong stranger's wrists clamped around hers.

She'd gotten pregnant and lost it organically before she was even showing. Like her body simply knew all those evil pricks' spawn would do nothing but ruin her sanity if she gave life to it.

"You drugged and raped me."

"I did," the stranger said very softly, but didn't add that he went to jail, got therapy, and sought penance for it every day since then.

"And invited all your friends."

The stranger didn't say anything to that. He couldn't move. He couldn't believe providence had brought him here tonight. Face to face with the one woman he'd actually forced himself inside of. For hitting and spitting nasty words at the rest, he could make amends, and he had, to every single one of them. But for what he did to Elliot, the big, unsightly stranger knew there was only hell, no matter what he did to make up for it.

There was a long, awkward pause, broken only by the couple next to them getting up and leaving, hand-in-hand.

"Their sex date went a little better, I'm guessing," Elliot said low and venomously. The stranger nodded faintly, trying not to look at Elliot. She was just as thin, cute, freckled, and ginger as the day he had laid eyes on her at the party. The only change was that her glasses were more distinguished, her clothing tighter and sexier, and her hair cut even shorter--no lower than her ears rather than mere chin length.

"So how about it?" Elliot cleared her throat and asked plainly.

The stranger's eyes widened.

"How about what?"

"The sex."

"The... um," the stranger swallowed hard and blinked rapidly. "I'm sorry, the what?"

Time passed. Elliot couldn't quite wait for the elevator. And before that, couldn't even manage to make it to the end of the Uber.

"What the fuck are you doing back there?" The tiny driver asked fiercely.

Elliot threw a hundred-dollar bill at her, and the driver shook her head, smiling with her eyes.

"This doesn't cover scrubbing out semen, you know..." she chuckled from inside her facemask.

Elliot's stranger was on top of her, quivering. Kissing and biting her neck, like she'd ordered.

"You fucking suck at that," she shoved him over, her shirt unbuttoned nearly all the way, braless, with her freckled pink nipples winking at him as she shifted her weight, preparing to climb over her new boytoy.

The stranger was on his back on the other side of the perfectly clean, new-car-smelling SUV now, an endless string of streetlights dancing by in the eerie black night in the window above his head.

Elliot slowly stalked her thin, supermodel-esque body over him, a scowl on her adorable face.

"Show me your cock, now."

The stranger glanced to the driver, and Elliot slapped his face, hard. He winced softly. Elliot smiled. She liked making a big, strong man afraid.

"If you don't like it," Elliot said softly, her mouth open and perfectly aligned teeth showing. "Get the fuck out of my Uber."

The driver chuckled again, and the nameless stranger swallowed hard.

"No, it's okay," he said meekly, surprising himself as he defied every rational bone in his body. "I like it."

Elliot hit him again, and his cock started getting hard as fuck for reasons he didn't understand at all. Elliot lowered her face to the tunnel in his jeans ominously as he leaned back against the door of the SUV.

"Fucker!" Elliot spat out and sank her teeth painfully deep into the thick shape in his pants' musty denim. He winced, clenching his toes and fists, his face pinching in agony.

Later, in the elevator, Elliot pulled her panties down and out of her short, frilly skirt. They landed silently by her obscenely tall heels, and Elliot turned around in a balletic little spin.

The stranger blinked at the cute, girly little white panties and at Elliot's pink-painted toes. His eyes stroked up her skinny, freckled legs and stopped on the most gorgeous pussy and asshole he had ever seen. They were hairless, tightly folded, sleek, puckered to high hell, and most unbelievable of all... deeply freckled. Was that even possible?

"Fuck me," Elliot commanded. She knew they had plenty of time on this elongated ride to the fortieth floor.

The stranger winced, his cock still hurt from Elliot's violent bite into the side of it; the dull ache blended bittersweetly with the pleasurable engorging of his hefty man meat brought on by the sight of sadistic little Elliot's petite fuckholes.

The stranger unbuckled himself reasonably fast, glancing around for a camera, until Elliot leaned back and hit his face again. His cock stiffened. He unzipped his jeans and brought a thick, veiny cock out that he wished he'd washed more recently, but Elliot inhaled deeply like she'd actually missed the smell.

"God, men are fucking disgusting."

The bell for Elliot's floor dinged before her boytoy had actually stuck his cock into her, and she was fucking pissed. She whipped a hand up to the door to hold it.

"Nevermind, fuckwit. Get on your fucking knees."

The stranger obeyed before he realized what Elliot was asking. Her gorgeous, curvy cheeks rose up to eye level and her ungodly delicious genitals and the sexiest dirty, girlish smell the stranger had ever whiffed in his life filled his nostrils.

"Fuck, hurry up!" Elliot clawed the back of the man's buzzed head, then sank her hand down to his collar and angrily smashed his face into her cunt and his nose into her asshole after all those hours sitting in the café and trying to decide what to do with him.

Again, without thinking, the big, gruff man obeyed, and he started licking. The scent and taste of her soft little folds were indescribable. The perfect blend of angelic sweetness and the musty weight of unwashed womanly arousal.

"IN the hole, fucking IN it!" Elliot ordered as the man tried to politely pleasure her clit down below and away between her legs.

The stranger reached up tentatively and squeezed both her ass cheeks to help keep them parted and pleasure her, and Elliot moaned like he finally did something right.

As his tongue dove into her soaked, slimy, flavorful fuckhole, the stranger found heaven. He'd tasted her pussy before, but the power dynamic had been different. Now, the taste overpowered him. Her moist slickness invaded his mouth, violating his senses in the best way.

His hands fell from her ass and rested atop Elliot's tall heels sort of organically to stabilize himself, and he felt her smallish toes and the straps on her heels under his fingers but tried not to play with the adorable things without being asked yet.

"Asshole," Elliot called out, and the stranger's cock stiffened and dribbled in the open air of the dank elevator.

"No, lick it!" Elliot whipped a hand back at his face, even harder than she'd meant. It landed across his nose and eyes with a painful sting, and he winced like an animal.

"Lick my asshole, you asshole," she spat, quite literally down at the stranger.

The saliva landed in his left eye, so he closed it with a, "Yes, ma'am," and stuck his tongue into an actual butthole for the first time in his life.

It. Tasted. Ravishing.

The stranger had always loved the smell of a woman's pussy when it was wet, her sweat, her hair, and anywhere else he could find tasty pheromones, but who knew the asshole was a gold mine of that dirty tinge in the best way?

His face mashed into her cheeks, Elliot reached back and crushed it in harder with a hand stronger than you'd expect of a stick figure like her, suffocating the poor stranger's nose and mouth as his tongue traced the gorgeous little row of ridges around her puckered asshole, sampling their trapped sweat and flavor. Then he plunged his tongue into it, as per Elliot's aggressive urging.

"Eat itttttt," Elliot hissed, then the elevator started making angry dinging noises.

"Fuck off," Elliot arched her back against the elevator wall to create space, then slammed her ass into the stranger's mouth painfully hard to knock him off balance. Then Elliot clicked and clacked away towards her apartment door. She stopped halfway down the hall when she realized the stranger was not following.

"HELLO!?"

He scrambled to catch the door and crawled rapidly across the hall after her when it opened back up, still angrily dinging, and only barely got inside Elliot's apartment before she'd have slammed the door in his face and broken his nose or neck at that velocity. And so set the tone for the rest of their night together.

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... to be continued.