In Hot Pursuit

Samantha watched the tall, black-clad figure of a man methodically destroy his opponent until he was reduced to a quivering heap in the middle of the ring.

Samantha Stewart had wanted Mark Callaway, better known as The Undertaker, for years now. She had known him since she was 11 years old and she lived next door to him. She had followed his wrestling career from the very beginning and rooted for him every step of the way.

The only problem was that he didn't want her in the way she wanted him. She knew that he thought of her as a little girl, even though she was now 24 and not a little girl anymore. With her waist-length coal-black hair, golden-brown eyes trimmed in dark lashes and sensuous mouth, not to mention her tall, high-breasted, slim-hipped and long, shapely legged figure, she was all woman. Almost every male that saw her practically drooled over her-all but Mark, that is.

Samantha let her eyes roam over him in possessive hunger. He was tall, at six feet ten, and muscular with a broad chest tapering to lean hips and a flat, hard belly and long, firmly-packed muscled legs. His auburn hair caught the arena lights, setting fire to the glints of lighter red. His hazel eyes scanned the crowd expressionlessly.

As the Undertaker, he was supposed to be as cold as a corpse, showing no emotion and feeling no pain. His voice sounded like someone just risen from the grave and was designed to send shivers of terror through anyone who listened. In Samantha they sent shivers of delight through her.

Samantha watched him make his way to the locker room. She wanted to call out, to see him recognize her and maybe smile. But she knew that even if he did look her way, he wouldn't show any recognition, much less smile because 'The Undertaker' didn't smile.

Two months later, Samantha was sneaking down the hall of a hotel in Reno, Nevada, looking at the room numbers on the doors until she found the one she wanted. She looked both ways to make sure no one was about and slipped the room key in the lock.

"If anyone sees me doing this, I'll probably be arrested for trespassing." she thought, opening the door and quickly slipping inside.

She looked around the room, noting that the bed was turned down in preparation for bedtime and Mark's robe lay across the bottom. She smiled in smug satisfaction that she had pulled off her plan so slickly. But it wasn't over yet. The hardest part would be coming up.

Samantha quickly undressed, carefully folding her clothes and laying them in the chair, and pulled on the robe. It was way too big for her, but she didn't mind, drawing the belt tight; she wouldn't be wearing it for long if all went well.

While she waited for Mark, she prowled the room, examining the brochures and magazines displayed around the room. She finally sat down in a plush easy chair, curling her legs up under her and waited.

Two hours later, as she was just nodding off, she heard a key in the door. She jerked into full wakefulness, heart pounding in her throat. "This is it!" she thought. "Tonight is the night I'm finally going to have my man!"

"Sam. What the hell are you doing here?" he said in his deep gravelly voice, not betraying any surprise.

She wasn't daunted by his lack of enthusiasm for her presence. He had never been. She walked toward him, locking her eyes with his. "I know you think I'm a little girl, Mark, but I'm not. I've wanted you for a long time now and I mean to have you-tonight."

"I know you aren't as cold as you make out to be. I know that it's all just an act for your character. I know that in here-" she tapped his chest with a brightly painted nail, "- you're a passionate, caring man. You just need to have the right person to draw that man out."

She smiled knowingly. "I just know you, Mark." She slid her fingers up his arms and locked them around his neck. This was slightly difficult because he didn't uncross his arms to make it easier. She didn't let that stop her. "If you give me a chance, I can make you real happy. What do you say, humm?"

Mark stared at her for a moment, then slowly uncrossed his arms and grasped her wrists, gently, but firmly withdrawing them from around his neck. "I say, no, Sam. You're too young."

Samantha's eyes narrowed in irritation. "You keep saying that!" she exclaimed. "When are you going to realize that I'm not too young. Look at me, Mark." She stepped back, undoing the belt to the robe and letting it slip to the floor, revealing her nude curves.

Mark's eyes slowly raked her body, hesitating at her breasts and the shadow between her thighs, then back up to her face.

She stepped closer to him, pressing her body against him while she unbuttoned his shirt to slide her hands inside over his smooth chest. "Oh, Mark, I do want you." She let one hand slide down over his belly then lower until it encountered the slight bulge in his pants. She gently squeezed it, feeling his response, even if he didn't express it in any other way. She watched his eyes as she slowly stroked the bulge, feeling it grow larger and larger. Her heart pounded with anticipation and her breathing became shallow.

Mark suddenly grasped her wrist, twisting it behind her and bringing her up hard against him. His head swooped down to brutally kiss her, bruising her lips as he forced her mouth open and thrust his tongue inside. Samantha's mind reeled at the sheer pleasure his tongue provoked in her. She locked her free arm around his neck and abandoned herself to his kiss.

"Get yourself dressed and then get out of here," Mark said, turning and striding to the door. "When I return, I want you gone."

Samantha stared in open-mouthed astonishment at the closing door. She couldn't believe he'd just left like that! How could he kiss her like that and then just... walk away?

Her astonishment quickly turned to frustration and irritation. She'd be damned if she'd let him get away with it. He wanted her. She was sure of it after that kiss. But he was fighting it. Well, she'd just have to try a little harder to get him to lose control enough to get her into bed.

Mark sat at the deck table with Roger Stewart going over plans for building a gazebo for the back lawn. Mark had volunteered to help with the building and Roger had put him in charge of hiring the construction workers and buying the materials. Roger and Mark had been fast friends for 14 years when Mark's father, Roger's best friend, died. Roger, a neural surgeon, had felt responsible for Mark and had treated him like a son.

Mark looked up from the papers in front of him to stare at Samantha, who was dressed in what could only be called two pieces of string and three bandaids. The bikini left nothing to the imagination.

"Hi, sweetie. Going for a swim?" Roger fondly grinned at his daughter who'd come over to kiss him on the cheek.

Her question was geared to ruffle Mark's feathers, but he didn't react in any way. "No, thank you, Sam. But don't let me keep you."

Samantha walked over to the edge of the pool and began to put her long, lustrous hair up into the swimming cap she had brought out with her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Mark was watching her, while pretending not to. She climbed up to the diving board and stood at the end, stretching languorously, for Mark's benefit, of course, before executing a perfect swan dive.

Mark saw her stretch on her diving board and he felt himself grow hard as her breasts thrust out enticingly and her back arched wantonly. He quickly averted his eyes in case Roger should notice.

Damn her for making him feel like a lusty schoolboy! He wanted to rip that bikini off and take her right there on that diving board. He wanted to cup those full breasts and-

Roger's pager interrupted Mark's fantasy and brought him back to reality with a start, not realizing that he had been staring into space for five minutes.

Roger waved Mark's words away. "No hurry, dear boy. Why don't you stay and have a swim with Sammy. Relax and enjoy yourself. You've been on the road for a solid four months and you deserve a vacation from exertion."

Mark was about to protest when Samantha rose out of the pool and walked toward them. "Going somewhere Daddy?"

"Got a call on my beeper. I'll just go in and check on my patients. There's one that's just had a tumor removed from his brain and I don't think he's going to make it."

Samantha went and gave him another peck on the cheek, careful not to get him wet. "You're so good, Daddy. It's no wonder your the best doctor in the world."

Roger blushed with pleasure and hugged his daughter, unmindful of her wetness. "Thanks, sweetheart." He cleared his throat in embarrassment. "Well, I'll leave you to your fun, youngsters."

Mark glanced up at her, his eyes involuntarily dropping to her wet bikini-clad chest, noting the erect nipples thrusting forward, then down to the shadow between her thighs, then quickly away. "I have work to do."

He wasn't prepared for what happened next. Samantha had stepped up behind him and pressed her wet body against him.

Mark stiffened. He whirled around, grasping her upper arms to shove her back, but she was having none of that. Before he could put her at arm's length, she wrapped her arms around him and ground her body against him.

Mark's fingers tightened and he stood absolutely still. "Oh, Mark, why can't you just take what I'm offering and stop worrying about the consequences?" Samantha asked, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding her hands over his firmly muscled chest.

"How can you say that when I can feel that you want me." She trailed a hand down to his groin and squeezed the bulge there, feeling it grow beneath her hand.

"Damnit, Sam," he gritted out, grasping her wrist and twisting it behind her back as he had done in the hotel room weeks ago. She arched into him, letting her head fall back to look up at him. Mark looked down at her, and with his free hand, pulled the swimming cap from her head, the black hair cascading down over her shoulders and down her back. He buried his hand in it, wrenching her head back.

He didn't hesitate. His mouth bore down on hers, brutally crushing her lips against her teeth, forcing her mouth open to his demanding tongue.

Samantha moaned in pain and pleasure, arching her body into his, wrapping her free arm around his neck. She hungrily kissed him, thrusting her tongue against his, tasting the brandy he had had earlier with her father.

Finally, Mark lifted his head and stared down at her expressionlessly. His eyes dropped down to her bruised, moist lips, now parted as she gasped for air.

Mark gazed down at her a moment longer then bent his head, this time his tongue explored her mouth sensuously, releasing her wrist to cup her buttocks, lifting her. He guided her legs around his waist. He walked to the edge of the pool, all the while kissing her.

It was too late when she realized that he was letting her go with a shove that sent her flying backwards into the pool. He turned his back, ignoring her shrieks and curses of frustration and anger. He gathered up the last of the papers and went through the gate separating their houses.

Samantha climbed out of the pool, intending to follow Mark and make him pay for what he did, but she suddenly had a plan to gain some revenge and get what she wanted at the same time. She smiled slowly in anticipation.

Mark turned off the light and settled into bed. He closed his eyes and lay for a while, listening to the silence.

He wasn't going to get any sleep tonight, not with the images of Samantha in her wet bikini, her full lips parted in invitation. He felt her lithe body pressed against him, her tongue stroking the roof of his mouth. He could feel himself harden at the recollection of how she had moaned and gasped, the way her hands twined in his hair to pull him closer, the way her breasts...

Mark's eyes flew open as a sound penetrated the silence. The stealthy sound of footsteps. He waited, deciding to see what the trespasser would do.

Samantha tiptoed down the hall, shading the flashlight she carried. Heart pounding, she stood in front of Mark's bedroom door. She flicked off the light and waited for her eyes to adjust to the dimness, then slowly opened the door, careful not to make a sound. She slipped inside, closing the door behind her, and noiselessly moved to the chair near the bed. She lay the flashlight on it, then turned to the bed, biting her lip in anticipation. She stepped nearer and leaned over Mark, intending to wake him with a kiss.

Mark suddenly reached out and grasped the intruder and rolled over, pinning him under his massive weight. Only it wasn't a him.

Samantha couldn't breathe with his weight pressing her into the mattress and she gave a little whimper of distress.

Samantha, recovered, sat up as well only to wrap her arms around him. "Don't make me leave, Mark. Let me stay and make love to you."

Mark groaned and pulled her off him and vaulted off the bed, remembering too late that he was totally naked.

Samantha gasped in wonder. He was beautiful. His body was that of a Greek god. She let her eyes wander hungrily over him as he hurriedly reached for his robe, wrenching it on.

"Oh, Mark! I always knew you had a beautiful body, but I never realized how beautiful. Please come back to bed. I want to know every inch of you."

Mark turned his back, not wanting her to see how her words had affected him. "I said I want you to get out, Sam, and I meant it."

She finally realized that Mark wasn't going to come to her. She sighed, 'Well,' she thought, 'If Mohammed won't go to the mountain...' She stood up and crossed over to him. She moved around until she was in front of him.

Mark's anger finally exploded. "Shit! Samantha Stewart, when are you going to realize that I don't want you and that nothing is going to happen between us? I want you out, or I'll throw you out."

She only smiled and then she reached up and tugged the zipper of her coveralls down to reveal her naked body. She quickly stepped out of it and kicked it aside. "Can you tell me you don't want me when you see me like this?"

Mark groaned and turned away again, raking his hands through his hair. 'Jesus Christ!' he thought, 'Give me strength to resist the urge to grab her and take her on the floor.' And that urge was violently strong.

Samantha leaned her body against him from behind, sliding her hands beneath his arms and under his robe to trail over his chest and down to his belly. "Make love to me, Mark," she whispered against his back.

Suddenly, Mark's resistance shattered into a million pieces. There was only so much a man could take! He whirled around, thrusting his hands into her hair and wrenching it back for his kiss. He groaned as he felt her hands open his robe and slide around to cup his buttocks. She sank her nails into him, causing his body to arch against her.

Samantha's body was on fire. She had never felt like this before. The one and only time she had had sex was with a boy in high school. She thought that she was in love with him and gave up her virginity to him before realizing that it was only infatuation. Ever since she knew that she wanted Mark, she read all the sex books and watched all the porno movies she could get her hands on, wanting Mark to be pleased with her expertise. She used her knowledge now to spur on his passion.

Mark's control snapped when Samantha's fingers began to stroke his erection, sliding up and down, while her other hand cupped and massaged his balls. He pressed her up against the wall, cupping her buttocks and lifting her. She wrapped her legs about his waist and he positioned her. He shuddered as he thrust deep inside her, feeling her tightness, her wetness.

Finally, unable to derive satisfaction from this position, he carried her over to the bed, tumbling onto it, plunging hard and fast.

Samantha arched upward, moaning in ecstasy as he pounded himself in and out of her. She clamped her thighs about him, gently digging her heels into his buttocks to urge him deeper. She ground her hips upward, meeting his thrusts with avid eagerness.

Mark moaned, striving to plunge deeper and faster. He slid his hands under her, cupping her buttocks to drive harder.

Mark, feeling her body clamp on him with her convulsions, was unable to control his own climax and he exploded, driving hard and deep inside her as he came. He let out a harsh cry and collapsed atop her, burying his head in her neck.

Samantha felt his shudders and smiled wearily, knowing that she had won the battle, but not the war ...yet.

Samantha slipped into Mark's dressing room closing the door behind her. She turned to find Mark lacing up his boots. He stopped and stared at her.

Mark went back to lacing up. "I don't see how one's got to do with the other. Especially since it won't happen again."

Samantha's frown deepened in growing unease. "What do you mean? I thought after we... after we made love... that we were-"

Mark stood up, turning to put on his ring shirt. "That we were what? A couple? That we were going to be an item?"

Mark whirled on her, his face a mask of indifference. "Well, you thought wrong. Now, will you leave. I have to get ready for my match."

Samantha's anger finally began to surpass her fear. "Damn you! What was it to you? Was what we did just a lay for you?"

Mark shrugged nonchalantly, picking up his hat from the dressing table. "I just availed myself of what was being thrown at me. I'm only a man, after all."

"You bastard! You're lying! You wanted me. I know you did. You still want me." Mark stared at her. "I'll admit that I did want you. But after I've had you, your novelty has worn off."

Mark caught her wrist. "I didn't use you, Sam. I only took what was thrown at me. If you decide to take it that way, that's your prerogative. But I don't have any more time for your juvenile behavior, so if you'll just leave..."

Mark nodded in acceptance. "Whatever you say." He guided her to the door and was reaching to open it when Samantha twisted around and pressed her body against him, pulling his head down for a savage kiss. It took Mark completely off guard and he found himself responding before he realized what he was doing. His mouth opened, searing hers with his hot tongue seeking the moist depths of her mouth. His hands gripped her arms, then slid around to cup her buttocks to pull her hard against him.

Samantha's anger dissolved when she felt his response. She realized that his indifference was all an act. He did want her. She could feel his hard bulge pressing into her belly and she revelled in his purely sensual kiss. His tongue guided hers into his mouth and he began to suck it, first softly, then hard, eliciting a deep groan from her throat.

Mark, finally coming to his senses, shoved her aside, turning away. "Get out, Sam. This won't happen again."

Samantha's confidence had grown after his display of desire for her and she smiled. "Oh, I think you're wrong there, Mark, baby. It will happen again...and again...and again. And you'll enjoy every minute of it. You won't be able to help yourself."

Mark wirled around again, only to find that she had quickly open the door and slipped out, leaving him alone.

He was lying on his back on the diving board in Samantha's backyard... completely naked and Samantha knelt between his legs, stroking his...

Samantha smiled at him, her naked body gleaming like honey in the dimmed light of the hotel room. She was indeed kneeling between his legs, stroking his now, fully erect shaft. "Does it matter?"

Mark groaned as he watched her bend her head and take him into her mouth. He tried to control his driving lust, thrusting his fingers in her hair to wrench her off him. She only threw herself forward until she lay atop him, her arms wrapped around his neck.

Samantha decided not to take offense at the insult, knowing that he was just trying to make her angry enough to leave. She rolled over, pressing herself against his side and grasping his engorged erection. She began to move her hand up and down, slightly tugging, then gently squeezing.

Mark grasped her hand to pull it away, but ended up guiding her hand in a faster rhythm, arching his hips up to meet her downward stroke. He threw his head back, growling his plesure.

ell me, Mark. You like what I'm doing, don't you?" Mark's breath hissed through his teeth. "Damn you, Sam. You enjoy tormenting me, don't you?"

Samantha chuckled, rolling over on top of him and sat up, straddling his hips. She still stroked him, rubbing her thumb over the head of his hard-on, making him moan. She finally, raised herself, then, easing him inside her, suddenly sank down, impaling herself on him.

Mark groaned loudly, gripping her hips as she began to ride him. He slid his hands around to cup her buttocks and drive himself up, burying himself deep, then withdrawing to plunge again.

Samantha leaned forward, bending her head to spread her mouth on his nipple, sucking, nipping, licking as she ground down on him.

Mark sucked in his breath sharply as she moved on him, sucking his nipples. He suddenly spread his hands behind her back, then raising himself and rolled her over, driving himself even deeper into her, plunging hard and fast. He suddenly arched his body, exploding inside of her. He was gratified to hear Samantha cry out in her own orgasm, clutching him as she convulsed beneath him. He shuddered, then collapsed on her, breathing hard and raggedly.

"Damn you, Samantha Stewart." Mark said, rolling off her and getting to his feet. He began to pace the floor, raking his hands through his hair as he crisscrossed the room. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you."

Samantha stretched langorously, smiling smugly. "You can do anything you want with me, Mark, honey. I'm all yours."

Mark growled in frustration. "That's the problem. I don't want to do anything with you. I just want you to leave me alone. My life was so uncomplicated before you seduced me."

Samantha sat up slowly, her hair sliding over her shoulders to cover her breasts. She drew up her legs and wrapped her arms around them, resting her chin on one knee. "I'm sorry for turning your world upside down, Mark. Really, I am. But I couldn't help it. I wanted you-I still want you-and I just had to try and get you to want me, too."

"It may be the 90's, but that's how I feel," he insisted. "I don't need this kind of aggravation in my life right now. It's enough just trying to deal with being on the road all the time. I can't have a relationship with anyone."

Samantha watched him silently for a moment. "But Mark, I can give you what you need. I don't need you to be with me constantly. I can be a very patient woman. I waited all these years to make my move on you, after all." She saw that he was about to protest and forestalled him. "I won't cling to you, I won't complain about your long absences. Although, I will pop up at your hotel on occasion to surprise you." She said this last with a mischievous smile.

Mark halted and stared at her expressionlessly for a very long time, as if struggling internally with himself. "It'll never work. You're too young-"

She snorted disdainfully at his excuse. "Give that a rest, why don't you? If I'm old enough to sleep with you, I'm old enough to have a relationship with you. You can't deny that you have feelings for me, can you?"

"Oh?" she asked in mock-surprise. "And just what is the point? Why are you making this such a difficult thing? We want each other. We want to be together, and don't give me that crap about you not wanting me. I just won't believe it. Not after what just happened in this bed." She chuckled at his flush of remembrance. "So why not just make it official and get it over with."

He sighed and walked over to the side of the bed, reaching out to sift a lock of her silky hair through his fingers. "I don't know, Sammy. What if...what if...?"

Samantha rose up onto her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him long and thoroughly. "We can't worry about what if's, Mark. We can only enjoy the moments we share right now." She hesitated then said in a low, soft voice. "I love you, Mark."

His eyes darkened as he gazed deeply into her eyes and saw that she was serious and sincere. He couldn't deny that her admission sent a shock of fierce desire through him. It also made him feel tenderness for her. "I...I don't know what to say, Sam," he said hoarsely, stroking his fingers down her cheek and jaw.

"You don't have to say anything," she grinned gently. "I realize that I've inundated you with a whole lot of things lately. Let's just take it slowly, one step at a time, okay?"

He returned her smile, enclosing her in a bear hug and tumbling her back onto the bed. He began to slowly and sweetly make love to her, murmuring tender words, caressing and worshipping her body lovingly until they were both crying out with ecstasy. Afterward, they held each other tightly and sank into blissful slumber, cradled in each other's arms.