The Dare - A No Emotion Involved Outtake.

Hi! Although this is an 'extended scene' from my story, No Emotion Involved, you don't have to read it to follow this story. Basically, they're all at CeCe's house (I know it was Gunther;s house in the story, but I changed it." and thy're playing Truth or Dare. Enjoy!

CeCe

I sighed. "What's my dare?"

"Your dare is to not have any physical contact with Gunther whatsoever for the next week." Deuce told me.

"Fuck off!" I roared. "No!"

Gunther laughed. So, I elbowed him in the ribs.

Rocky, Deuce, Ty, Tinka and I were at Gunther's apartment for Rocky's birthday. We were having a small party, and what was a party without Truth or Dare?

"Aw, c'mon, CeCe, it'll be fun," I stared at Gunther, my eyes dissapeared up under my fringe. "Fun?" I hissed, narrowing my eyes. "You think having to endure a week without so much as holding hands with your boyfriend is fun?" Deuce was laughing. I glared at him. "I'm not doing it!" I said. Gunther shrugged. "Well I am," I stared at him. "What's your problem?" He shrugged again, and leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Just follow my lead, m'kay? Besides, I hear that if couples take a break from sex for a while, when they eventually do fuck each other, its more intense," I shivered, then sighed and looked up at everyone else who was watching us curiously. I looked at Gunther again, unsure. 'Trust me,' He mouthed. I nodded.

"Fine! I'll do your stupid dare. But when I end up fucking exploding just write on my tomb, 'Died as a result of extreme sexual exhaustion', 'kay?"

"Drama queen," Ty muttered. I glared at him. "I'm not being dramatic! Gunther's cock is amazing!" Tinka looked like she was trying not to hurl. "Please don't talk about my brother's junk in front of me," She pleaded. I shrugged. It was the truth. Gunther looked smug. Deuce and Rocky were making out again, like they had been ever since they walked into the apartment. Horny fuckers. Ever since they started dating a few months ago (I had the pleasure of stumbling upon Rocky sucking Deuce off in a supply closet at school) They've been so... attached.

I found it adorable. It was obvious that their love for each other was more than just sex, ya know?

Anyhoo. Time to break up the love-fest.

"Deuce! Stop sucking face with Rocky and get on with the game," Deuce pulled away from Rocky and rolled his eyes at me, "It's your turn, Red," I grinned. "Eeeexcellent," I said in that creepy way they do in the movies - the creepy smile, the fingers tapping, the whole rigamabob.

Deuce raised an eyebrow. "Riiight... Just ask someone, CeCe." I looked at Gunther. Now I understood why he'd told me to trust him. "Truth or Dare?"

"Do you even need to ask? Dare, duh."

"Your dare is to not have any physical contact whatsoever with Rocky for the next week."

Deuce stared at me. First his expression was blank. Then he looked confused. Then he looked really fucking angry. "When it snows in hell!" He roared. "Can't take a challenge?" Gunther said, raising an eyebrow. The atmosphere was suddenly tense. "I can. The question is - can you?" Deuce replied. "Fine. No physical contact with each of our girlfriends for the next week." Gunther said, his eyes narrowing. "No way!" Rocky and I said at the same time. "Let's make it a month," Deuce challenged, ignoring the both of us.

"Two months," Gunther countered. I elbowed Gunther in the ribs, and Rocky smacked Deuce upside the head. "Don't start getting cocky!" Rocky scoffed. "As if you could go a month without even so much as holding my hand."

"Same goes for Gunther," I agreed, glaring at him. "They're both overly-horny boy's, with smoking hot girlfriends, so I don't really blame them," Rocky said, winking at me. "I think it'd be interesting," Tinka offered. "To see who cracks first."

"But we can't not touch each other for two months!" I argued. "M'kay - how about changing the rules?" Ty suggested. "Forget about the no touching thing - how about no sex?" I looked at Gunther, who didn't look like he'd drop this dare anytime soon. Gunther hated it when people doubted him. I sighed. "How long'll this go on for?" I mumbled, my shoulders slumping."

"A month," Deuce said. Rocky glared at Deuce so fiercely that even I was scared. "Okay, okay - three weeks?"

"Am I just that unappealing to you, Deuce?" Rocky said. "No! No, of course not!" Deuce defended. "Then why would you want to go a full three weeks without sex with me?" Deuce shook his head, and took Rocky's hands in his. "This isn't about sex... It's a ... pride thing," I rolled my eyes, and Rocky did the same, but Deuce relaxed now that he knew that the worst was over. "So a week it is," Gunther said.

"I think you should have a contract," Tinka said. "A contract?" Gunther questioned. "Yeah," She said, getting up from her seat beside Ty and going to sit down in front of the computer in the far corner of the room, then started typing. Ty stood beside her. We waited for her to finish, and I glared at Gunther. "The fuck is wrong with you?! I can't believe I let you convince me into accepting that dare!" Gunther smiled sheepishly. "Sorry," He mumbled. "It's just I-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, you 'hate when people underestimate you,'" I finished for him. I'd heard him say that several times.

Suddenly, his lips were on mine.

And until he'd started touching, I'd never even realized how much I wanted him. We fell backwards onto the sofa we were sitting on, me on top of him. I opened my eyes briefly, but Rocky and Deuce were doing the exact same thing as us. I pulled away from Gunther, and I was breathless. "How about - we start the - dare tommorow?" I suggested between breaths. I didn't think I'd survive if we started today. "Yeah," Said Deuce, pulling away from Rocky. "Mhm," Gasped Rocky. "Let's do that," Agreed Gunther. "I nodded, and dragged Gunther towards the direction of his bedroom.

He sat on the desk chair in the corner of the room.

I smirked to myself when I realized that ancient piece of shit would probably collapse any second. It was missing about three screws, and couldn't handle anything over 120 pounds. I was still pissed at him about accepting the bet, so that possibility didn't really bother me.

"Sweet room, Jones," he said, looking at the Hunger Games poster on the back of my door.

"Sweet face, Hessenheffer."

He scoffed. "Sweet comeback, Jones."

"Oh hey," I said, feigning surprise, "There's my shirt that you ruined." I nodded over on my closet door to the ruined tank top hanging on it. He'd ripped it to pieces instead of bothering to undo the buttons last time we had sex.

"You were wearing black leggings, CeCe - you know what they do to me."

I rolled my eyes. "Hey, that is not my pro-"

And at the exact moment, the chair collapsed, sending Gunther faceplanting it to the floor, with his limbs and my chair sprawled everywhere.

I was in hysterics. Clutching my stomach. Tears running down my face.

That was the funniest thing I'd ever seen. The look of sheer terror on his face is what I would be sure to remember during the hardest parts of life, whenever I was feeling down, or if I ever just needed to laugh my fucking face off.

I wheezed, and cried, and laughed, and tried to help him up.

He was not laughing. Fire was in his eyes.

"Oh Gunther," I finally got out after ten minutes of solid laughing, "Don't be such a pussy."

He was up in my face in less than a second. "Don't you ever laugh at me again!" He was gripping my arms almost to the point of pain and all I could see were his lickable lips.

"Or what?" I asked in a low voice that sounded nothing like mine.

Before I could even detect the motion, Gunther had me pressed against my door, and was kissing me roughly, holding me against my will.

I moaned into the rough kiss when his tongue pried my lips open, pushing his tongue into my mouth and stroking mine with his.

It was barbaric. It was forceful. It hurt.

It was hot as hell.

He was never usually like this.

But it was seriously turning me on.

I wedged my arms out from under his and threw them around his neck, pouring myself 110% into that kiss.

We made out until we were gasping for breath, and his lips didn't leave my skin. "Fuck," he panted as he scraped his teeth from my ear lobe to my collarbone.

I pulled his hair extra hard to get it across that the feeling was mutual.

He hoisted my legs up, around his waist, and pushed his heavy hips into mine, pinning me against the door further. I could feel him right where I needed him.

The handle was digging into my thigh, so I slid down his front, and pushed him until he fell on his back on my bed.

"Why the fuck would you accept that bet?!" I whispered as I kissed up his neck and chin, devouring his lips again.

"It's... a pride thing," He grunted, rolling us until half my body was off the bed and he was burying his face in the V of my shirt, sucking and licking at my cleavage.

I was letting out shrieks and breathy, raspy pants that I'd never made before, while clawing at his head, feeling the pressure eating me alive, starting from my vag, up.

I arched against him when I could feel him hard and pulsating against my leg. I heard a rip before I felt his lips on bare skin.

I strained to lift my head that falling off the bed, and saw that he had ripped my V-neck in two, and was sucking at my chest more freely.

"You asshole!" I yelled, pushing him off me and moving to straddle him. I ripped his sweater open, and took joy when I saw the buttons fly all over my floor. He bit his lip and roughly kneaded my boobs, to the point where I was whimpering out strangled cries of pain and ecstasy.

He quickly undid my pants, and I stood up quickly, dropping them to the floor, before moving to his belt buckle. Once we were both in our underwear, he grabbed me, pulling me on top of him, before grabbing the flesh of my ass and yanking at it, making me yelp.

While one hand slapped my ass, he moved me to where the tent in his boxers was lined up with my pussy, and slid one finger down the crack of my ass all the way to my clit. I couldn't hold back the whorish sounding moan that was elicited from me.

"That's right," he grunted, bucking his hips. "Moan for daddy."

I gasped, embarrassed that that only made me wetter. To hide that fact, I slapped him across the face.

He growled. And the sound went straight to my clit.

He slapped my ass hard, before ripping my bra in two, then my panties. "Don't you ever fucking slap me again!" He muttered right into my ear, just before his hand landed on my ass with a crack.

All the other slaps had been enjoyable almost but that one…that one brought tears to my eyes.

He moved me to where I was under him, completely bare, before securing my hands above my head and assessing my naked body.

"Mmm…I must say, Jones…you're fucking sexy."

I whimpered.

He smirked. "I know, Jones. You'll get a taste soon. Now, don't fucking move your hands. Hold on to the board."

I did as instructed, and moved my hands behind me.

He slid off his boxers, and my hips thrust up on their own accord after seeing what Gunther had been hiding under there.

I mean…I'd seen him before of course, but fuck. This was a gift. He was very large. And thick.

"See something you like?" He asked arrogantly, running his hand up and down his beautiful cock.

"No. I'm still pissed at you," I whimpered.

We both knew it was a lie.

I would have done anything to get that cock inside me.

He leaned in and started kissing down my body, murmuring, "Keep those hands up there, baby."

Baby.

Ungh.

By the time he reached my left nipple, I was gasping for breath, bucking wildly every time his throbbing length came in contact with my skin.

"Mmm, you want me inside of you, CeCe?" He whispered. I moaned in reply. I couldn't do much else. "Keep quiet," He ordered. "We're not the only one's in the house.

When he reached my pubic bone, a breathy sigh escaped me.

"What did I fucking say?" His head popped up.

I bit my lip, and saw his eyes flash to it while he groaned. He slapped my pussy, causing me to yelp. He grabbed my ripped and ruined panties from beside him and shoved them in my mouth. I moved to tear them out, but he was already wrapping the arms of his sweater around my hands, tying me to the bed.

The fuck?

Why the hell was I enjoying this so much?

He went back to my pussy, taking a leisurely long lick right up the center, while moving both of my legs over his shoulder.

"Do you realize how long I've wanted to taste your pussy? And how much it drives me crazy? I am constantly thinking about taking you every single fucking way, humanly possible.

"You drive me crazy!"

I was bucking my hips against his mouth, and he went back, going for it all. One hand slid up my side, finding purchase on my tit that was heaving. Another moved to make my hips stay down on the bed. And his tongue. His tongue was doing downright illegal things to my poor, sensitive, in-desperate-need-to-cum pussy.

I was bucking and moaning and clawing at my restraints, begging to come.

I was right on the edge, teetering, needing him to do something, anything to make me fall over.

It was when he took his clit into his perfect, round, pink lips, and hummed, while looking up at me, that I lost it, and shook, screaming into my shredded panties just how much I loved Gunther's tongue.

During my orgasm, that seemed to last a lifetime, I was in pure ecstasy. It was official. Facebook pages shall be made to it. Shrines shall be built in honor of it. Weekly gatherings shall be held to support it.

Gunther had the best fucking tongue in the entire fucking world. Even after my first orgasm subsided, he went down to my entrance, only to lick me until all of my cum was going down his throat. Then he went right back to mercilessly flicking his tongue against my ultra-sensitive clit.

I screamed. I bucked. I cried. My thighs clamped around his head.

If I thought the first orgasm was intense, this one was on an all-new playing field.

Once I squeaked at how it was too sensitive, he finally, and regrettably, removed his tongue from me, and maneuvered his way out of my leg's clutches on his head.

He pulled the panties out of my mouth and kissed me square on the lips.

Usually, I would have been grossed out that his tongue had just been in me, but for some reason, it just made me even more hot and bothered than I already was.

As he kissed me domineeringly, he untied my hands, and moved me to where I was on my knees on the floor, and he was sitting on the bed.

"Did you like that?" He asked, stroking his cock that was inches from my face.

"Yeah," I admitted shyly.

He rolled his eyes. "Don't act so damn timid. Now suck it, before I fuck your mouth."

I was sickened with how turned on I was, and what a little bitch he was making of me. Without even second-guessing it, I lowered my mouth to where I was sucking on the head.

I hummed, and his hips bucked, sending him to hit the back of my throat. I gagged. "Relax, Jones," he said, sliding me off his dick by grabbing my hair, and then pushing me back down.

Soon, he'd set a rhythm, and I was gagging less. His hands were tight in my hair, moving me like I was sex doll.

He was so loud, and groaning, and I very briefly thought of Brie and her friends, but I could still hear the music in the distance, so I didn't worry for long.

"Ahhh, CeCe! Faster!"

He was slamming my head, and pumping his hips, and I was bracing myself on his thighs, afraid he would impale my face and go out the back of my throat. That's how hard he was.

Then he did something that made me want to slap the shit out of him as I rode him all the way to California.

He slammed my head down, forcing me to swallow around him. My nose was pressed to his neatly groomed pubic bone, and I gagged and screamed around him, desperately needing air.

The sick fuck was only turned on further and kept me there, instructing me to swallow, and telling me how good I felt choking on his thick cock.

Possibly the sickest thing about it is how close I came to coming, when he slid a hand around my throat, and slightly squeezed, groaning at how he could feel his cock in there.

Finally he released me, and I sputtered backwards, falling on my ass, gasping for air, water running out of my eyes.

"So clumsy," he sighed, climbing off the bed and onto to the floor to straddle me.

He grabbed a condom out of his jean pockets, slid it on, and filled me before I had even caught my breath.

I screamed out again as he slammed into me, giving me no time to adjust. Moments later, he had a steady pace of fucking me that had me clawing desperately at his back, as I got rug burn from sliding along the carpet.

When he hooked one leg around his waist and the other under his arm, I screamed, and came, biting into his shoulder.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," he panted, pulling out of me, and depositing me on the bed.

He flipped me onto my knees and forearms, slamming into my from behind, making me cry out from the pain and pure pleasure.

"That's right, baby! Fucking take my cock! Take it!" He leaned over me, pounding his hips in a furious rhythm, before moving a hand to my throat again, applying enough pressure to make me squirm but not enough for it to be uncomfortable.

His chants were low in my ear, telling me to take his cock, and to milk him dry, and more dirty, nasty comments that should never be uttered outside of sex.

He moved his other hand to my clit, tweaking and pulling it, and before I even thought possible, I was coming, again, and pushing back against him, begging for it to be harder.

He squeezed my throat harder, stilled my hips, and slammed into me the hardest I'd ever had four more times, stilled, spilled into me, and then collapsed on top of me.

After a minute he moved from on top of me and lay beside me. Shoulder to shoulder, we panted and tried to catch our breath.

After a few minutes, I swallowed and turned to face him.

He looked a little worried. "You do know I only acted like that because we were having sex, right?" He whispered. I shook my head. "It's okay, Gunther - I liked it."

The rough side of Gunther was seriously fucking sexy. He sighed. "I shouldn't've tied you up... or gagged you..." I shook my head again. "Did you not hear me? I liked it." He didn't reply, and he still looked mad at himself. I snuggled into his side. "I love you," I whispered, and he seemed to relax. "Love you too," He said, kissing my hair.

The next morning, I found this taped to my door;

Contract

Abstaining from sexual activity for the next two weeks.

Start date: February 10th, Friday.

End date: February 17th, Friday.

People Involved: Deuce Martinez, Rocky Blue, CeCe Jones, and Gunther Hessenheffer.

Sign here* X_

*By singing this contract, you are agreeing to participate in this arrangement. People who fail to abstain from sex will lose the dare, and therefore be known from here on out as the girl/boy with no fucking self-control.

I raised my eyebrows at the last part, then left Gunther sleeping on my bed, and went into the living-room, where Rocky and Deuce were watching some cartoon. "'Morning," I greeted them. "Morning," Rocky replied, stifling a laugh. "What?" I asked. "Oh, per-lease, CeCe," Deuce scoffed. "As if we didn't all hear you last night. 'Oh, yeah, Gunther,'" Deuce mocked me in a high-pitched voice that sounded nothing like me. I blushed bright red, and they laughed even more. I wen to go make breakfast, and Deuce came up behind me.

"Did you see the contract?" He asked. "Yeah," I sighed. "You and Gunther are idiots. You're not gonna survive this week," I added, folding my arms. He shrugged. "It's a-"

"I know, I know, 'it's a pride thing'," I finished for him. "Yeah. Will you do me a favor?" He said, looking mischievous. "Um... sure," I said. "Tease Gunther a little? Try to make him crack," I grinned. I hadn't even thought of that before. "Oh, I will... And I'll make sure to tell Rocky to do the same." His eyes widened. "You wouldn't,"

"Oh, I would," He sighed, and went back to sit beside Rocky, and I laughed. Then, suddenly, I felt like crying - this week was gonna be unbearable.

Yeah, I might not make this into a story. But I think it's a cool one shot Tell me if you think I should make this into a story, because I'm really indecisive at the moment... Thanks!