The Dare

Chapter seven: Thursday

I felt like shit. I mean, I didn't know if shit even had feelings, but if it did, how I felt right now would be it.

Like, fuck. My throat was burning, I had cramps, I felt bruised all over, and I had no idea where I was.

Maybe Frankie took me home. Maybe I was raped. Maybe he killed me afterwards and I was dead.

Maybe I should open my eyes and find out. I eventually found it in me to open my eyes, and when I Gunther's face, his eyes on me, all the memories of yesterday night came back to me. "Hi," I whispered. He smiled sleepily. "Hi."

"Um. You're awake?" He nodded. "Yeah. Had to make sure you didn't roll onto your back in your sleep, them throw up and choke on your vomit. You were pretty wasted." I groaned. "I'm so sorry for making you take care of me like that." He shrugged. "No harm done." I didn't want to argue anymore, because he might decide I'd stayed long enough and decide to send me home.

I really didn't want him to do that. Though I remembered him telling me he loved me yesterday, I realized now that it was because I was drunk and acting crazy, and he just wanted to calm me the fuck down. "So... I think we should get some breakfast in you. My mom gave me a list of groceries she wanted me to but before her and my dad left. I'd suggest you should come with me, even though you probably have a horrible hangover. It might not seem like it, but going out helps you feel better."

I sighed at the way he was talking to me. Like I was his friend. His exceptionally annoying friend. But I nodded anyway, and got out of bed. "Sorry about yesterday." I muttered. He shrugged. "Its cool." I didn't say anymore. Silence washed through the room. It wasn't a comfortable silence either. Things were just awkward between us now.

After I'd gotten dressed in the clothes that were in the overnight bag I'd packed to sleep over at Rocky's, I walked into the kitchen, and saw Gunther eating. I saw another plate. "That for me?" I asked him. He nodded, not quite looking at me. "Yep." I sighed, and sat down after muttering a 'thanks', and started to eat. My head didn't hurt so badly now, and my limbs didn't ache as much.

When I was done eating, we got into the lifts, and then into his car. The car ride seemed long and awkward, and he seemed to think so too, as he turned on the radio. A love song blared through the speakers, and I cringed, but it was better than the silence.

When we got to WalMart, we got out, and he started looking around for various items on his shopping list. I kind of just stood there, hating myself.

Gunther

When I looked at CeCe after I'd put a few things into the trolley, there was a guy beside her, and she was giggling. I practically fucking blew up into an explosion of pure rage.

Really.

She was with that asshole, Frankie from last night. Did I not tell him to stay the fuck away from her? He obviously didn't get the message. I couldn't do anything here, though. Too many witnesses.

I knew I hadn't been what you'd call 'friendly' towards CeCe, but could I help the fact that I loved her, and she didn't feel the same? I mean, sure she'd told me she loved me yesterday, but you say all sorts of untrue shit when you're drunk, right. I walked up to CeCe, really unsure of where I was going with this.

Frankie broke into a sweat when he saw me, and started to back away. "Um... CeCe, I gotta go." CeCe frowned. "Why? I thought you were about to give me your number- Oh, hi Gunther." She said, suddenly spotting me. "Hi." I turned to Frankie, "Bye." He walked away speedily, and I just glared at his back. I walked back to the fruit section, where I'd been before this fuckery had begun. I was still fuming. CeCe was mine. Not his. Well, not technically since we were broken up, but still.

When the shopping was done, (in annoyed silence) and we were home, that was when it started. We were in my kitchen, and I was putting away the groceries.

"Geez, Gunther, if you're going to be all pissed-off, I can go call Frankie."

I felt red heat coursing through my veins. No CeCe did not just suggest another guy take her home. That was my job. The jealousy ripped through me and I just stared.

"You heard me," she said playfully. "Frankie was being more of a man than you are now. He was actually speaking to me. Stop being jealous. There is no need for it."

Another wave of jealousy washed over me. I hated hearing her compliment another man. She was implying something I didn't like.

"Really?" I asked, folding my arms.

"Yep," she said, sticking her tongue out at me.

For some reason I got a hard on. Right then and there, and I walked toward her. "Are you implying...that any other man could...do the things for you I can?"

Her eyes grew shocked and a little fearful, and that was good. I wanted her a little scared.

"Uh...well I-"

"Because no one can you know," I said, advancing on her, both my urges and my anger guiding me now. "No one can be half the man I can be for you CeCe."

"I-I know," she stammered and then bit her lip. Fuck that was sexy. I grew harder. I needed to show her what I meant by that.

I moved closer, glaring at her and I knew my eyes were probably filled with hunger. "So CeCe. Since you know that I suppose I should show you. Again."

She was backed into the wall of the kitchen, her body trembled with fear, and all that did was arouse me more.

"What are you doing?" she asked me.

I was tired of talking. "Shut up." I ordered and pushed her lightly against the wall, running my nose along her jawbone.

She squeezed her eyes shut tight. "Gunther-"

"I said be quiet!" I snapped, still sniffing her jaw. Then I started kissing it. Her skin grew goose bumps, and I wrapped a hand around her, so that I could unzip her dress from behind. It fell to the floor.

"Gunther," she moaned. God, I missed hearing that. My mind briefly - very briefly- flashed back to the dare. But, right now, I really didn't give a shit about it.

I kissed her neck over and over, and then her lips, sliding my tongue into her mouth while my hands ran up and down her sides.

I stood back and unzipped my jeans, letting them fall to the floor and then dropped my boxers too. I stepped out of them and pulled my shirt over my head.

CeCe started unsnapping her flimsy ass strapless bra, and I slapped her hands away lightly.

"I want to undress you," I growled.

"Ok what the hell-" she began, but I kissed her again and pulled back.

"Why are you still talking?" I asked her. "Shut up!"

She glared at me a little angrily and I smirked. I looked down at her panties, looped my hands through the g-string and pulled them down. She stepped out of them and I pushed her against the wall again. She was so scared she was shaking. I'd never been as rough as I could with her. But I was about to be. It'd been way too long.

"Spread your legs," I barked at her, kneeling down so my face would be right in front of her pussy.

She spread them obediently and I leaned forward. She was wet already. Yes...

I blew lightly on her clit and she shuddered. "Do you want me to suck it?" I asked her.

She nodded, keeping quiet. Good girl.

I looked up at her and teased her wet folds with my tongue. "I wonder..." I said in between licks. "Who...does this belong to CeCe?"

She whimpered but did not answer.

I stopped. "Answer me dammit!"

"You!" she snapped, frowning down at me.

"Good," I said, and started licking again. Fuck she was so damn sweet. I rubbed the top of her pussy with my other hand.

"Mmmmm yeah," she moaned, tossing her head back.

I pulled one of her thighs over my shoulder, leaving her to balance on one leg. I held her so she wouldn't fall though, and kept licking her sweetness.

"It's fucking mine," I told her. "All mine."

"All yours," she said, reaching down to grasp my hair.

Smiling at her words I began biting lightly on her clit, rubbing my teeth against it. "All mine."

"Uhhhhhhhhhh," she was losing control and her hips bucked into my face.

"Why are you moaning CeCe?" I asked her.

Her other leg buckled and some of her weight rested on my face. Yes...smother my face with that pussy...

"B-b-b-because you are...you are...oh fuck!" she screamed.

I pushed her back against the wall and looked up at her. I took the hand that wasn't rubbing the top of her pussy and rubbed her little clit.

"What am I doing CeCe?" I asked innocently.

"GOD!" She screamed, pulling my hair again. "You're playing with it Gunther!"

"Am I now?" I shrugged and rubbed her little clit with more force. "What am I playing with CeCe?"

She was really losing it now. Her other leg shook violently.

"Stand the fuck up Jones!" I snapped at her. "You can take it."

She put her weight back on that leg and shouted. "You're playing with my pussy Gunther!"

"Really?" I asked, continuing, and showing no mercy. "Hmmm. You've been such a bad girl. Should I let you come?"

"Yes," she said, staring down at me and gritting her teeth. I licked over her clit again. "I don't know...you seem to think Frankie could do this better for you than I could."

"Ohhhh my god..." she moaned. "I'm gonna come!"

I lapped at her clit, and wanted to stop just to tease her, but she tasted too good. I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth, then pulled back again and said, "You can't come unless you beg me." I slid a finger inside her.

"Please," she whined. She was gripping my hair now.

"Please what?" I said, grinning against her clit.

"Please let me come baby," she bucked her hips into my face and I held them against the wall, shaking my head back and forth.

"Ohhhhhhh fuck! Please let me come please!" she shouted.

I pumped her faster with my finger and said, "Come. Hard. Now."

Seconds later her juices spilled into my mouth while her moans filled my kitchen. I licked up the last few drops, but didn't stop there. I stood up and pinned her arms above my head with one hand.

"Spread your legs farther," I demanded.

She did so, still looking at me with fearful eyes. I entered her and just held myself there, using my other hand to play with her nipple once I pulled her bra down.

"No other man could make you come like that. Could they?" She shook her head. "No..." I smirked. "Damn straight." I said, feeling the anger come back again, imagining that Frankie bastard with his hands all over my CeCe.

She jumped a little and her legs wrapped around my waist. I held her to the wall, pulled back and then slammed into her.

"SHIT!" She shouted.

"Yes..." I whispered in her ear, pumping her pussy. "You like this don't you? Do you know whose cock is fucking you right now?"

"Mmmmm yours...she moaned.

"It is," I said, still tugging at her right nipple. "And who else does it belong to?"

"Me." she was breathless now, her eyes shut tight.

"It's yours. Your cock CeCe. And you are going to take it. This," I said, tugging her nipple again. "Is mine. All of you is mine."

I buried my face in her neck, pinned her arms with both of my hands and kept thrusting. She was so loud now...

"Scream my fucking name!" I shouted. "Gunther!" She yelled.

"Louder..." I said, sending her back repeatedly into my wall. "FUCK...OH GOD Gunther!" She screamed. "Mmmmm" I said in her ear. "Come for me." I moved faster, but not as fast as I could yet, and she came again, screaming my name. I grinned and kept pumping her. I knew I was close soon

I slammed her even harder now, and she looked exhausted, but I kept her arms pinned and looked down, watching my cock slide in and out of her and her tits bounce up and down. That just turned me on more.

"Yes," She moaned. "Yes, Gunther, oh, fuck yes..."

I kissed her neck, and her moans grew louder.

Her body moving against the wall was so loud. But I seriously couldn't quit. She felt so good...and I was so mad at her stupid comment from earlier.

But I was getting near releasing into her soon. I let one of her arms go.

"Rub your clit for me," I groaned in her ear.

She reached down between us and rubbed her clit, screaming louder now.

"Feel good?" I asked seductively.

"Mmm hmmm," she said. Her face was scrunched, her thighs shook around my waist and her hair I noticed as I leaned my head to hers was very messy. She was still beautiful, even like this.

"You tired?" I asked, still thrusting.

"Mmmmm..." was all she could get out.

I moved my hips with hers...and knew I'd come soon. "I'm going to come CeCe." I told her.

She just whimpered. I knew she was coming too.

"Come with me," I said, and four thrusts later we were both screaming each others names as I slammed her into the wall.

Once I finally found the will to stop thrusting I let her take her legs down and she just stared at me, her chocolate brown eyes full of emotion.

"What?" I said innocently.

She shoved me, still out of breath. "What the hell was THAT?" she asked me.

I smiled at her. "Well...for one...It's been a week.For two... I've missed you. And for three...never EVER again tell me some other guy should take you home."

"I won't." she said folding her arms.

She looked so good standing naked in my kitchen I wanted to take her again. I pulled her toward me and kissed her.

"You're mine. You know that?" I asked.

She smiled too and kissed me back. "And you're mine. I was only teasing."

"Well don't," I said, reaching down to cup her ass with my hands. "You see what that gets you."

"I do," she said, giggling. "And I've missed that...the sex I mean."

"So have I," I told her. "Tommorow is the last day of school till' the half-term break. And after school, I am going to but a packet of condoms, and we are not leaving this apartment for a week. You hear me, CeCe? A week."

She rolled her eyes. "You're so romantic." I smiled. "We can do the romantic stuff later. But for now... We're having sex."

She started rubbing my chest and then stared at me. "Frankie was kinda cute though."

Oh no the fuck she didn't. She burst into laughter and ran from the room, and I chased after her, determined to teach her a lesson all over again.

A/N: Eh? Eh? Didn't I tell ya? Hardcore lemon. Hope it wasn't too intense for you guys.

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This is (unfortunately) The last chapter. I really hope you guy's enjoyed it. And yes they did lose the dare.