A Clichéd Love Story

How the hell did he know men in jeans drove her crazy?

In an involuntary gesture, she skimmed a glance at his crotch. He wasn't hard, but he was getting there, and she couldn't help licking her lips in response. She raised her eyes, staring into the blue intensity of his. His look was one of intent. Hers was of suspicion. Black eyes stared into blue for several seconds before she spoke.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!"

It sounded more like an accusation than a question. She waited intently for an answer, but Harker didn't give her one. He simply reached behind him and locked the door. His gaze didn't waver as he did it, and as the lock turned, Kassandra swallowed slowly and tightened her grip on her towel.

"I've come to you with a proposition," he said.

"No, thank you," she said immediately.

"You haven't heard me out yet."

"I don't have to."

"Do you have to be so stubborn?"

"I come from a long line of stubborn women," was her reply.

"Well, tough luck. You are going to hear me out, Kassandra, what happens after that is up to you."

"I could kick your ass."

"You can try," he began, "but it's not going to get me away from the door; not until you hear me. I can be just as stubborn as you, Kassandra."

He said her name as though savoring it, and something inside her clenched in response. She thought about punching him. One punch would put a dent in his confidence . . . but she didn't. It would be too predictable, so she tried the direct approach.

"You have a proposition, Harker? Out with it! I haven't got all night."

"I want you", he said simply. Though he'd made it clear in the hallway last night, those three little words disarmed her, causing her to drop the hairbrush.

"I don't know what to say to that," she said at last, feeling her heart hammer against her ribs.

"You don't have to say anything. I want you . . . and despite my better judgment, I'm even beginning to like you. You told me no last night, and normally I'd just let it go, but I want you too badly, so I'll make a deal with you. If I can't convince you in three moves, I'll walk out of this room and never bother you again."

This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. It was too ridiculous; but there Will Harker stood, in all his ripped, broad shouldered glory, offering to prove that he was as good in real life as he was in her dreams. She couldn't stand the man, he was arrogant, and proud, and gorgeous. She didn't know what to do, so she went to the small bottle of vodka she had in case of emergencies and took a long swig. As the alcohol burned its way inside her, she swallowed slowly and licked her dry lips. His eyes followed the movement of her tongue, and the pang it caused between her thighs was sharp enough to make her think just a little more clearly.

"You're insane," she said as a matter-of-fact.

"I might be," he said with a shrug, "but I'm not leaving."

Kassandra looked nervous as hell, and the sight of her nerves calmed his. She clutched that towel at her breasts with white knuckles and stared at him as though she wasn't sure what to do about him. He'd thought about using all the stereotypical moves to get her in to bed, but decided against it. Women like Kassandra expected finesse and would dismiss it in a heartbeat. He had no idea how Raph had gotten her room key, but when his friend wished him good luck, he threw manners to the wind and opted for the direct approach. Judging by the look on her face, it was working. She wanted him. All Harker had to do was wait for her permission.

"Three moves?" she asked, her breasts rising and falling with every slow, nervous breath.

"Three moves," he said calmly.

Harker watched her hands squeeze the towel slowly, as she took a deep breath. Her knuckles were banged up worse than yesterday and with a pang of sympathy, he reminded himself to be careful. He approached her slowly, knowing she was too proud to retreat.

"You're serious," she said softly.

"Dead serious."

"Alright," she said, raising her hands with renewed bravado. "Take your best shot."

It was all he needed to hear.

Standing before her, Harker looked into her eyes and slowly pulled the towel off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. He peeled her glasses off with a more delicate hand, laying them gently on the table behind them. He promised to convince her in three moves, so with his eyes intently fixed on hers, he laid his hand on her ribs and slid it downward, over her tensed stomach muscles, and into her shorts.

Kassandra's eyes went wide, and before she could speak, he slid his fingers deep inside her, easily finding her g-spot. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head, and she let out the breath he knew she'd been holding. Harker bit back a groan. She was very wet, and the feeling of her muscles around his fingers had him clenching his teeth against an erection so big it was painful.

Calm down, he told himself; you have all night. He wanted to taste her mouth, but he held himself back. Her muscles clasped his fingers in desperation, but he refused to move them just yet. He wanted her so desperate she wouldn't fight him any more, so rather than indulging himself by tasting those lips, he leaned forward, his mouth inches from hers, and uttered two words.

"That's one."

Kassandra could feel the color rise in her cheeks, as she took deep, slow breaths, fighting the urge to move her hips. Her spine stiffened and she glared at him, her muscles clenching painfully against him. Harker had found the one spot that would make her give in, but she had too much pride to admit defeat this early in the game. She couldn't help but clamp on his fingers, but she could do her best to maintain her composure until he was finished.

Goddamn, it felt good, and she felt her eyes roll back in her head. She was getting wetter by the second. With all the patience she had, she stood stone still with his fingers lodged inside her, gently rubbing that spot, and waited for his next move. She prayed she wouldn't cum. The instant her body gave in, the game was lost.

Only Harker didn't see it as a power game. What he felt for her now transcended simple lust; he wasn't sure what it was, but it kept him from jumping her and using her body the way he'd initially planned.

His eyes never left hers as he walked her back toward her bed. With his fingers still inside her, he urged her backwards onto the mattress.

Lost in that blue intensity, she laid back, her breasts rising and falling, every muscle tensed as he pulled her shirt up. With his free hand, he took hold of both her wrists, pinning them above her head on the bed, making her back arch. He didn't move immediately. He simply looked at her, taking in gorgeous breasts topped with brownish pink nipples. As Kassandra's nipples puckered in the cold air of the room, he lowered his mouth to her breast.

"That's two," he said softly, looking up at her.

She stared down at him, her eyes hazed with arousal, those inner muscles clasping urgently at his fingers. She squeezed him once, twice, and he scraped his five o'clock shadow against her breast and took her nipple into his mouth. He licked gently at first, and then sucked violently on her, moving his fingers more quickly inside her, urgently mimicking the act she was now desperate for.

Kassandra couldn't help herself. His mouth was on her breast, and his fingers stroked her G-spot, and her hands were pinned while she lay there helpless, unable to shove him off, but she didn't want to anymore. Her system experienced a full sensory overload, and she came silently but violently, gasping as her hips thrust frantically against his fingers.

When her contractions subsided, he looked up, only to find her staring intently at him with those serial killer eyes. Every muscle he had was tensed as he slid his fingers from her body and released her wrists while she lay there breathing heavily. He wanted her so badly it was killing him, but he promised to leave if she decided he hadn't convinced her.

Harker waited with bated breath, praying that his control wouldn't snap. He had incredible amounts of self discipline, but so help him, all he could think about was taking a bite out of her gorgeous neck as he pumped himself into her. She had to give in, he told himself. He'd just made her cum, that had to count for something. He didn't know if he'd survive her rejection, but he didn't have a choice.

Harker couldn't decide if he felt relief or panic at Kassandra's next move. The next thing he knew he was on his back on the bed, with Kassandra kneeling above him, pinning his arms above his head with alarming strength.

"You stupid son of a bitch!" she hissed against his mouth. "I gave you every opportunity to come to your senses, but you kept coming after me! You want me Harker? You've got me, but don't expect soft or gentle. You won't get them from me!" With that, she crushed her mouth to his, prying his lips apart with her tongue, her nails digging into his wrists.

Harker was helpless then, and he loved it. He kissed her back because there was nothing else, matching her fierce demand. His whole body sighed with relief as she pressed against him. When she lifted her mouth, her look was one of feral intent. Gone was the nervous woman who lay quivering beneath him. The one above him knew exactly what she was doing, and it made him throb painfully.

Kassandra smiled and slowly released his wrists. Harker lowered his arms, hoping to touch her but she grabbed his hands, lacing their fingers.

"Don't move," she told him, her dark eyes bearing into his. He heard fabric tear as she ripped his shirt down the middle, groaning as she trailed lips, teeth and tongue over him.

She took a bite of his neck, teasing him with her tongue. She ran her nails over his pecs and stomach, scratching just hard enough to make him hiss. As she looked down at the broad chest and six-pack abs, her mouth watered. The man was gorgeously ripped and tasted every bit as good as he looked. With her lips and tongue, she savored the softness of his skin, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark.

She knew he'd complain tomorrow, but Kassandra didn't care. She didn't believe he'd want her in the morning, and she wasn't entirely sure she'd want him, but for the first time, her conscious and subconscious recognized Harker for what he was: a gorgeous, intelligent male who wanted HER, the village hothead. Kassandra bit hard because she wanted to mark him, brand him as a man she'd fucked. She wanted him bruised, so the next morning, amid the cold civility and awkward, post coital dialogue, she'd have proof she'd had him.

With her hands, she kneaded his muscles and played with the soft hair on his chest. She yanked just hard enough to make him gasp, and then soothed him gently kissing the side of his neck. Her face, she noted, as she slid her tongue over him, fit perfectly, as though it were meant to be there, and then she shoved the thought aside. This is my fantasy, she told herself, jerking his belt open with urgent hands. With a violence that surprised even her, she tore his jeans open and pulled him out, ignoring his pleas to move faster. He'd pushed her past the point of no return, a place where she ignored the begging and took what she wanted. If Harker didn't like it, he could go to hell!

Her face inches from his crotch, Kassandra paused, stared, and licked her lips. This was turning out to be one massive cosmic joke. Not only was Harker drop dead gorgeous, the man was hung. It wasn't fair. No man deserved to be this beautiful.

She took him into her mouth, wanting him desperate, smiling to herself when he cursed. Though she didn't do this very often, it was a skill she was particularly proud of. While he groaned, she moved her tongue over the head of him, massaging the groove beneath it with her tongue, silently spelling out what she planned to do with him.

"Oh Christ!"

Kassandra raised her head and cocked a brow. "For someone with such a problem with profanity, you're cursing like a sailor."

"I'm doing my damndest not to cum!" he gasped.

"Really?"

He knew she intended to torture him, and the realization destroyed the remains of his self control. On a growl he grabbed her by the waist and tossed her back on the bed, shedding the remains of his shirt as he followed her down. Yanking her shorts off, he took hold of both her thighs and spread her wide.

Kassandra's gasped and hissed. Just as she prepared to force herself on top, he slid slowly inside her, replacing her protests with a moan of tortured ecstasy.

Harker groaned. She was even wetter than before, and those soft, tight, clamping muscles made the blow job seem like nothing. God she felt good, and he gritted his teeth against the demand for release. He held still inside her. Now that he had Kassandra, he planned to make it last! He forced himself to think of boring things; Baseball, Soap Operas, Shopping, anything but the woman beneath him and the release his body demanded.

Kassandra didn't want him in control. She wanted him to go crazy and thrust deeply inside her. The man felt so good, she moved her hips frantically against him, causing shallow thrusts inside her, but it wasn't enough. She needed him harder, faster, deeper; but all he did was look deep into her eyes as he held himself lodged deep inside her. His only movement was the rise and fall of his chest that inevitably rubbed him against aching nipples. She sank her nails into his back, silently begging him to end her agony, but he refused to move, and God help her, she couldn't take it anymore!

"Please," she begged, wrapping her legs around his hips and squeezing. "Please."

It was all Harker needed to hear, and with a cocky smile, he moved deeper inside her, tormenting her with slow, deep thrusts. She looked defiantly at him before her eyes glazed over and she dug her nails into his back. Leaning forward, Harker kissed her long and hard and deep, mimicking the thrusts of his hips. He felt Kassandra screaming against his mouth, and took her higher, sliding his hand between them to tease her clit with the tip of his finger. He felt her nails gouge bloody welts into his back, and he didn't care. He felt her cum for the third time that night, savoring her screams as he gave in to her need to go faster. On a moan, he thrust harder and faster inside her and let himself go.

He recovered a few minutes later, only to discover with immense pride, that Kassandra had passed out. With a grin, he headed to the bathroom to wash up, and then crawled into bed beside her, pulling her limp body against him. Now that he'd had her, he wasn't letting her go.

**

Kassandra woke up to an arousal that was almost painful. She'd had another dream about Harker, and this one had beaten all the others, hands down. In her dream she'd fucked him and passed out, and in her sleep, he'd tied her to the bed and spread her legs. With light touches on her inner thighs, he'd teased gently before licking his way down her belly to her clit. It had all been so real.

Half asleep, she tried to move her hands and froze. They were tied to the bed with what felt like a belt, and someone had spread her wide and was gently licking her, holding her now flailing legs apart with two strong male hands. Consciousness came back in a rush and her eyes flew open, her muscles tensing. Looking down her body, she could just make out the blonde head in the darkness.

Harker looked up and grinned sheepishly. "I didn't mean to scare you, honey. You just did such an amazing job on me that I thought I'd return the favor."

"Was it necessary to tie me up?" she asked breathlessly.

Harker smiled wider. "You're a restless sleeper, Kassandra . . . and besides, as far as I can tell, you don't like me yet, but you will by the time I'm through with you. Lie back and enjoy yourself, honey, because I'm never letting you go"

Kassandra couldn't decide whether to laugh or scream; gone was the arrogant asshole she knew. The grinning man between her legs was too darn cute, and she was too tired to be shocked or angry. As he licked her clit and blew gently on it, she sighed. If this was a dream, she hoped to stay comatose forever.

**

In a bar a couple of blocks from the hotel, a twenty-dollar bill exchanged hands.

"It really wasn't fair of you to steal my room key," Alice grumbled.

"Hey! You're the one who can't hold on to anything? Its only twenty bucks," Raph said with a smile.

"Twenty bucks American," she muttered.

"Besides," Raph added, "You're the romantic one. You wanted this to happen, be happy for them."

"I guess," she muttered.

"Under the circumstances, it looks like we're sharing a room tonight. How about I make it up to you?"

Alice stared at Raph and smiled.

"You're on."