THE DARE

We are watching.

The text lit up Carrie’s phone screen, making her stomach tighten with a rush of nerves. Her roommates were somewhere in the shadows near the old oak tree, binoculars ready, hearts probably pounding as hard as hers. The dare had sounded reckless at 2 a.m. after too much cheap wine. fuck one of the night-shift security guard so we could sneak out freely for the rest of the semester.  

Now, at 1:17 a.m., standing in the dimly lit side entrance of the administration building, Carrie wondered if she’d lost her mind.

Mr. Gideon stepped out of the shadows. His uniform shirt stretched across his chest, sleeves rolled up to revealing his hairy arm. His dark eyes swept over her slowly taking in short sundress and loose hair.

“Miss Carrie,” he said, voice low and calm. “You’re out late. Again.”

I can't make excuses for you like last time, you may get punished.

She swallowed, cheeks already burning. “I… needed some air. Couldn’t sleep.”

He studied her for a long moment, then glanced toward the darkened quad as if he already knew. A faint, knowing smile touched his lips. “And your friends sent you here alone?”

Carrie’s breath caught. He knew. Of course he knew. It probably wasn't the first time he was offered something like this.

Instead of calling her out, he unlocked the side door and held it open. “Come inside. We should talk.”

The heavy door clicked shut behind them. The hallway was quiet, lit only by emergency lights. Gideon leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching her with that steady, unnerving patience.

“You’re trembling,” he murmured.

“I’m nervous,” she admitted softly. Her voice echoed slightly in the empty corridor. “This wasn’t… exactly my idea.”

He stepped closer. The warm scent of his cologne wrapped around her. One hand came up to brush a strand of hair from her face, his thumb grazing her cheek.

“Yet here you are,” he said, voice dropping lower. “Wearing almost nothing. Heart racing. Telling me you can’t sleep.”

Carrie’s nipples tightened against the thin fabric of her dress. She could feel the slick heat already gathering between her thighs.

Gideon’s hand slid down her arm, then boldly cupped her waist, pulling her closer until her breasts brushed his chest. “Tell me what you really want, Carrie.”

She looked up into his eyes, the dare burning in her mind, but something deeper stirring in her body. “I want you to touch me.”

That was all it took.

His mouth claimed hers in a slow, deep kiss that stole her breath. His lips tasted like coffee. Carrie melted into him, hands fisting his shirt as his tongue teased hers, coaxing soft whimpers from her throat. His palms roamed down her back, then lower, gripping her ass and lifting her slightly so she rose onto her toes.

He broke the kiss only to trail his mouth along her jaw and down her neck, sucking gently at the skin until she gasped. One hand slipped beneath her dress, finding bare skin she hadn’t worn panties. A low, appreciative sound rumbled in his chest when his fingers discovered how wet she already was.

“So ready for me,” he murmured against her throat.

Carrie nodded, biting her lip as his fingers stroked slowly along her pussy, circling her clit with devastating patience. Her hips rocked instinctively against his hand, chasing the pleasure.

Gideon walked her backward until her back met the cool wall. He dropped to his knees in front of her, pushing her dress up to her waist. For a moment he simply looked — eyes dark with hunger at the sight of her pussy. Then his mouth was on her.

Carrie cried out softly, head falling back against the wall as his tongue flicked from her entrance to her clit. He took his time, savoring her, alternating between broad, flat strokes and focused sucking on her most sensitive spot. Two fingers pushed inside her, curling upward, stroking that perfect place while his tongue circled around her clit.

Her thighs trembled. She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him closer as pleasure built.

“Mr. Gideon arrrrrhhhhh…” she moaned, hips grinding against his face.

He hummed against her, the vibration sending sparks through her core. His fingers moved faster, deeper, perfectly in sync with his tongue. Carrie came hard, thighs clamping around his head, a broken cry escaping her lips as intense waves crashed through her body. He didn’t stop, licking her through every shudder until she was shaking and oversensitive.

He rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes blazing. He unbuckled his belt slowly, the sound making her pulse jump. When he freed himself, Carrie’s breath hitched at the sight — thick, heavy, and unmistakably hard for her.

Gideon lifted her effortlessly, pinning her against the wall with her legs wrapped around his waist. The head of his cock nudged against her entrance, slick with her arousal. He looked into her eyes as he pushed inside — slowly stretching her open inch by inch until he was buried.

Both of them groaned at the sensation.

“You feel incredible,” he breathed against her lips, forehead pressed to hers. “So tight….”

He began to move, jerking in a way that made her breasts bounce inside her dress with every thrust. Carrie clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his uniform shirt as he fucked her against the wall. Each thrust dragged perfectly against her walls building another orgasm fast.

His mouth found her breasts, sucking one nipple through the thin fabric before tugging the dress down to expose them fully. His tongue swirled around the stiff peaks, teeth grazing gently as his hips snapped forward harder.

Carrie’s moans grew louder, echoing down the empty hallway. She didn’t care anymore who might hear. The risk, the dare, her friends watching from afar — it all melted into pure, overwhelming sensation.

Gideon shifted her slightly, changing the angle so every thrust hit deeper. His hand slipped between them, thumb rubbing firm circles over her clit while he drove into her.

“cum for me Carrie,” he growled softly his southern accent slipping through. 

The command, combined with the rhythm of his cock and thumb, pushed her over the edge. Carrie came with a sharp cry, inner walls pulsing and squeezing around him. Her whole body shook as pleasure flooded every nerve.

Gideon groaned deeply, burying his face in her neck as his own release hit. He thrust hard a few more times, then stilled, pulsing inside her as he filled her with long, hot spurts. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat.

After a long moment, he kissed her gently — softer this time, almost tender. He lowered her legs carefully, keeping an arm around her waist as she found her balance.

Carrie’s phone buzzed in her discarded bag. Another text from her friends, no doubt demanding details.

Gideon noticed and smiled, a dark, satisfied curve of his lips. He brushed his thumb across her swollen lower lip.

“You get all get two weeks pass,” he said quietly. “Ask your friends if they enjoyed the show". " They can join us next time".

He kissed her once more, slow and deep, before straightening his uniform. As he walked her back toward the door, his hand rested possessively on her lower back, cum already beginning to trickle down her inner thigh beneath her short dress.

Carrie stepped back into the night air on shaky legs, cheeks flushed, body still humming with pleasure. Her friends’ excited texts lit up her phone, but all she could think about was the way Mr. Gideon had looked at her like one taste wasn’t nearly enough.

And how badly she already wanted the two weeks to elapse.