It was undeniable. Cathleen’s body sizzled with excitement. It had been a long time since she had felt like this. Too long. Far too long. Cathleen crossed, then recrossed her legs under the table. Her fingers stroked up and down the martini straw. She licked her lips and batted her lashes. Gareth was eating up every second of this. He could feel his cock tingling in his pants. Damn, I had no idea that she would be so sexy, he thought.
“You really pick up girls on that site? Like for real?” Cathleen asked.
“It’s not a big deal. I did it for a few months,” Gareth replied.
“Did you find love?”
“No, and that’s not usually why people sign up for hookup apps. But I did find what I was looking for.”
“And that was?”
“A nice piece of ass,” Gareth said.
Cathleen didn’t blush or lower her head. She stared into Gareth's sultry green eyes.
“Is that right?” She asked. “Maybe, I'm missing out on something.”
“Not really,” Gareth said. He seemed a bit surprised by her attitude. He probably expected her to be jealous or angry. But Cathleen had played it very calm, even nonchalant.
“So you invite random girls to your penthouse apartment and hook up with them?”
“Like I said that’s what I used to do. I’m a changed man these days.”
Cathleen eyed him suspiciously. This future stepbrother of hers was getting more interesting by the minute. As she was about to get lost in his dreamy green eyes yet again she remembered something that had been bothering her.
“You aren’t some spoiled rich kid who lives off his daddy's money are you?”
Gareth wasn’t used to women challenging him so directly. Yet it didn’t bother him. He actually kind of liked it.
“You don’t hold back do you?” He responded.
He took a long slip on his beer and eyed her the whole time. She also kept her eyes fixed on him. They were both enjoying the mounting sexual tension. Cathleen didn't know how much longer she was going to be able to play it cool. She could feel a surge of animal lust welling up in her chest. She could feel the dampness between her legs. Cathleen’s fingers stroked up and down the straw.
“I’ll answer your question, if you agree to tell me some juicy details about your love life. How about that?”
Cathleen reluctantly agreed. While she definitely wanted to know more about him, she was a little hesitant to reveal any really personal details about herself. She was worried that he would pick up on her lack of experience. She wasn’t a virgin. But she hadn't had the mind-blowing sex that she had heard so many women rave about. She had never been driven mad, absolutely insane by a man’s cock thrust in and out of her. She wanted to feel that. She desperately did. And she wanted to feel that mind-blowing sensation with the hot man sitting directly across from her, smirking in the sexiest, cockiest way.
But it wasn’t right. There would be hell to pay if they ever got together. Her mother would kill her. And she was sure that Gareth’s father wouldn’t be too thrilled about it either.
“No, I’m not some spoiled rich kid who mooches off his father. But yes I did grow up in the lap of luxury on the Upper East Side. And I’m not going to apologize for the wealth that my family has created over generations.”
“So what do you do to support yourself?”
“I worked as a stockbroker for a few years after I graduated from Yale. But I hated every minute of it.”
Cathleen was stunned when she heard the word Yale. So not only was he hot, but he was also brilliant. She attended NYU and had always done well in school so she wasn’t easily intimidated. But even she had to take a step back when she learned that he had gone to such a prestigious institution.
“Right now I’m really interested in finding young entrepreneurs that are looking for startup capital.”
Cathleen’s eyes opened wide. Had she really just heard that right? This was shaping out to be a perfect evening. She quickly got control of her emotions. She didn’t want him to think that she was desperate for money or anything like that. Sure, her business was in need of capital but there was hardly anything strange about that.
“You wouldn’t happen to know any up and coming entrepreneurs, would you?” Gareth asked with a smile.
Cathleen wasn’t sure what to make of the question. He knew that she was running her own business. Was he making fun of her? Or maybe he was just teasing her, trying to find out whether or not she was desperate.
“I might know a few people,” she said.
“That’s interesting,” Gareth replied. “But I was hoping that you would be able to tell me a little something about your business. From what my father told me things have been going really well.”
Cathleen was a little annoyed by the reminder that people in the family seemed to be constantly talking about her behind her back, even if they were saying positive things.
Rather than worrying about that, she told him the story behind the business: she had grown up loving her grandma’s homemade fruit pies. And she had never been able to forget how calm and at peace her grandma had seemed while baking. That calmness would turn to pure joy when she served the tasty treats to beloved family members.
“I didn’t know what exactly I wanted to do,” Cathleen said. “But I wanted that feeling. That joy.”
“Well, I would be honored to invest a little money in your business. Truly honored.”
Cathleen’s face lit up. “Do you always make those kinds of offers to people you hardly know?”
Gareth shook his head and smiled wryly. “Only if I have a feeling that the person is going to be someone special in my life.”
Cathleen blushed. She couldn’t help it. His response was absolutely perfect. Normally, she would have been hesitant to accept such an offer. But there was something about her future stepbrother’s demeanor that put her at ease. She barely knew him but she already felt like there was a connection between them. She already felt like this relationship had the potential to grow into something that she would have never have imagined. That both scared her and excited her.
“This isn’t something that your father told you to do, right?”
Gareth didn’t answer right away. He stared at her with a quizzical expression.
“You don’t think that your business is worth investing in?”
“No, no. It’s not that,” she said.
“Because if you don’t want my investment capital, I’m sure that I’ll be able to find someone else willing to take it.”
Cathleen was about to hop out of her chair and begin pleading with him to forgive her. Of course she wanted that money. Of course she needed it.
Fortunately there was no need for her to take such drastic action. Gareth smiled warmly and extended his hands across the table. He put his large hands on top of hers. Electric sparks shot through Cathleen’s body. This was unlike any connection that she had ever experienced.
She should have known from the way he dressed, the way he looked at her and his confident, cocky attitude that he was playboy. But she hadn’t suspected that. She had been so entranced by his magnetism. Yet now she had to accept the reality that a lot of women were after him. Instead of letting this get her down, she smiled and decided to look at the situation from a different angle. Okay, so it seemed like plenty of women were willing to throw their panties at her soon to be stepbrother. And why not? He was fucking hot! And rich! Cathleen’s panties grew damp as she contemplated stripping off Gareth’s shirt and running her hands all over his chest. She could only imagine it as being extremely powerful and well sculpted.
But this was wrong. So wrong! They would be family in just a couple of months. This was certainly not what her mother wanted when she asked Cathleen to meet with her stepbrother.
It was just her luck. She’d finally met a man, a sexy, wealthy man who was nothing like the boys who pursued her in school. They were all so frail, emotionally insecure, and sexually inexperienced. They were never
able to deliver what she needed and wanted. She wanted someone who could turn her on, excite her, and also make her feel loved, protected and adored.
She had never felt that before. Never ever until now.
Cathleen knew that these feelings weren’t right. She knew that the responsible thing to do was to forget that she had ever felt a connection to him. Now that she knew the truth there was no way she would be able to go forward with the relationship. But what was she even talking about? What relationship could they possibly have at this point? They had only spent a few hours together. But despite how rational she was trying to be those thoughts and taboo desires were making her entire body tingle with pleasure.
The sound of her phone beeping startled her. She couldn’t remember the last time that she had felt so on edge. She couldn’t remember the last time that a man had made her feel like this.
She looked at her phone. It was Gareth. He asked if she wanted to meet up in the East Village for some food and drinks. Cathleen couldn’t help smiling as she remembered his smoldering green eyes. He definitely had the most intense gaze that she had ever encountered.
Before responding to the text, she bounced around the apartment for a few minutes. She was like a little girl about to go on a date with a long held crush. But Gareth was no crush. He was her soon to be stepbrother.
She plopped down on her bed and sighed. His image flashed into her mind again. She let her fingers drift down in between her thighs. She could feel the wetness in her panties. She closed her eyes and moaned. She had a burning need to masturbate. She was already so wet! The blinds were open and people in buildings on the opposite side of the street might be able to see her. It was midday after all. But she didn’t care. She slipped one finger into her dripping pussy and moved it in and out. Then she flicked her clit head. It was engorged and very sensitive.
She moaned and called out Gareth's name. She imagined his hard body on top of her. She imagined him stripping off his jeans and sliding his boxers down his legs.
That was all that she could handle. Her entire body began to quiver as she felt the orgasm approaching. She thrashed around on the bed for a few minutes. She had completely lost control of her body. She lay on the bed sweating and panting for several minutes. When she had finally come back to the present, there was big satisfied grin on her face. That fantasy felt so good, so naughty. She just hoped that she would be able to limit herself to that. If only he wasn't so damn sexy!
Chapter 3
“You look hot,” Gareth said as he helped Cathleen out of the taxi.
“Thank you,” Cathleen said lowering her head and blushing. Her face had turned completely red. She wanted to compliment Gareth on how handsome he looked. And she especially wanted to say something complimentary about his smell—so masculine and alluring. But she couldn’t get the words out of her mouth. Once again she felt like that little schoolgirl going out with her crush for the first time.
The East Village streets were alive with that special Friday night NYC energy. There was nothing like it in the world.
“I’m surprised that you hang out down here,” Cathleen said. “Seems a bit too artsy fartsy for you.”
Gareth smiled and shook his head. “There you go underestimating me. You must think I'm some heartless Wall Street guy who only cares about the bottom line.”
Cathleen hesitated a moment before answering. There was a playful glint in Gareth’s eyes. That relieved her. She was glad to know that he didn't take himself so seriously that he couldn’t do a little joking around at his own expense.
“Yep, I had you pegged for the cold heartless type from the first time I laid eyes on you.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Cathleen could see Gareth staring at her. A sly smile passed over her lips.
“Are you serious?” He asked.
She turned towards him but didn't say anything. Instead she stared at him with an enigmatic expression. He didn’t know what to make of that. And that’s just the way Cathleen liked it. She felt like she finally had him a bit off balance.
“Maybe,” she answered flirtatiously.
“Well, I was certainly impressed when I found out that you started your own business before graduating. I had you pegged as the submissive type who wanted a man to take care of her.”
“What?” Cathleen said, stopping in her tracks. For the second time of the evening her face flushed bright red. But this time it was out of anger.
“Hahahah, calm down,” Gareth said. “You’ve got a really mean look on your face.”
“Is that really what you thought of me?” Cathleen asked.
If he said yes, she would flag down a cab and head back to her apartment. If that was the kind of girl that he thought he was getting, it would be best to just end things right now.
A big smile broke out on Gareth’s face.
“I see that someone can’t take it as well as they can dish it out,” he said. Cathleen stood in the middle of the sidewalk staring at him with hands on her hips. It was going to be difficult for her to remain mad at him for long. That chiseled jaw line and those piercing green eyes were too much for her. And besides he was right. She needed to lighten up a bit and learn how to take a joke.
“So you going to keep staring at me or you want to grab something to eat?”
She shook her head and took a few steps closer to him. His scent flooded her nostrils. She reached out and put her hands on his chest. His pecs were rock hard. Her body tingled with pleasure and anticipation. Without thinking about what she was doing, she squeezed his hard muscles. Within seconds her panties had dampened.
They were standing in the middle of a busy East Village sidewalk on a Friday night. Pedestrians streamed by them on both sides. That only brought their bodies that much closer together. As she pushed her hips into him, she felt a hard bulge in his jeans. So hard! And big! She had the urge to reach for it right then and there.
Gareth wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tightly.
“I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind,” he said.
Those words delighted Cathleen. She looked up into his face. He brushed a tangle of hair out of her eyes. For several moments they stood there smiling into each other’s eyes, silently. There was no need for words. Their love showed in their passionate gaze. Even jaded New Yorkers couldn’t help noticing and appreciating the love that was clearly growing between them.
It wasn’t long before they were sitting in the living room of Cathleen’s apartment.
“I think that the best thing would be to stop right now. Before things go any further,” Cathleen said.
“We’ve already ready gone pretty far already. Are you talking about spanking and kinky stuff like that?”
Gareth smiled mischievously. But Cathleen was doing her best to remain serious. Why did he always have to play around, even when they needed to talk about something important?
“I’m serious,” Cathleen said. “In a couple months we will officially be stepsiblings. There’s no way that we can continue to carry on this relationship.”
“Is that right?” Gareth said with a smirk. He was not buying all of Cathleen’s arguments. He was the kind of guy who was used to getting what he wanted.
“I don’t give damn about any taboo,” he said.
“Well I do,” Cathleen said sharply before turning her back to him.
Gareth seemed surprised by that sudden burst of anger. But he was certainly not deterred. He knew that in situations like this it was important to stay playful, not to take the seduction or the woman’s resistance too seriously.
“I don’t think I believe you,” Gareth said. He brushed his lips against her ear. Cathleen trembled with pleasure. She cursed herself for not being able to resist him. He planted two soft, wet kisses on her neck. She couldn’t help smiling. Her whole body grew warm with desire.
“That’s more like it,” Gareth whispered into her ear.
Then he spun her around and planted his lips on hers. Their to
ngues darted in and out of each other's mouths. Within seconds Gareth was picking her off her feet and carrying her into the bedroom. She felt like a little girl in his powerful arms. She couldn’t remember the last time that a man had made her feel so feminine and protected. This was something she had wanted for a very long time.
He pushed her down on the bed and slid her panties down her legs. Cathleen couldn’t wait to feel his cock inside of her. Her pussy was dripping wet. She was experiencing a desire more intense than anything she had ever known.
He slid her damp panties down her legs and kissed the insides of her thighs. Each kiss made her moan with pleasure. She wasn’t going to able to handle much more foreplay. More than anything she wanted to feel his hard, thick cock filling her up. She could tell by looking at his pulsating member that he would have no problem touching all of her walls. That’s exactly what she wanted. It’s exactly what she needed. She had waited so long for such a masculine man to sweep her off her feet.
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