ChapterOne
SHANE
With my hand pressed against the bottom of Jessie’s back, resting just above her perfect ass, I guide her through the crowded club. People move out of our way as we weave through the mass of bodies.
My three brothers and I, along with our beautiful wife, own this club and have kind of become well known around here. And while pretty much anything goes in The Peacock Club, Jessie Ryan is completely off limits. Even the briefest brush against her skin without our permission is likely to incur either mine or my brothers’ wrath.
I’m happy for people to watch though — to watch me with her and to long for something that they will never have. Because whilst we are more than happy to share her with each other, we are incredibly possessive, bordering on psychotic, when it comes to anyone else.
She turns as I guide us toward our booth at the back. “Everyone looks so amazing, don’t they?” she says with a huge smile.
Her eyes are shining almost as much as the Swarovski crystals that are shimmering on her dress. Conor picked it out for her and she almost cried when she saw it. It fits her like a second skin and is so short it barely covers her ass — but when she’s out with all four of us, she doesn’t need to worry about anything like that.
I press my lips against her ear. “Not as amazing as you, sweetheart,” I whisper and she giggles softly, making my cock twitch.
“Where is our table?”
“At the back. Out of sight,” I tell her with a wink.
“Oh,” she breathes before chewing on her bottom lip, because she knows what a table out of sight means.
“Yeah. So move your ass,” I tell her as I slide my hand lower and palm her ass cheek.
“Yes, Sir,” she purrs like a goddamn kitten and now I’m hard as iron for her.
My brothers got caught up in a little business when we first walked in here — nothing important but enough to keep them busy for the next twenty minutes or so and allow me some time alone with my wife. Usually, I’d handle any business problems myself but our date night last night got cancelled because of some work drama, so I’m being selfish for a change and taking whatever time with her I can get.
“Mr. Ryan, Mrs. Ryan,” a bouncer nods in greeting as he unclips a thick velvet rope that leads to an exclusive VIP area the very back of the club, reserved for only a very few select guests.
This part of the club was Jessie’s idea, and getting access to it isn’t about money, but a place for our most loyal and regular patrons to play. Anyone can apply to get a booth here, but the entry requirements are strict. It allows for a greater sense of security and privacy than in the regular booths which can be reserved around the rest of the club. I like that the exclusivity of this place isn’t about money and it’s exactly the kind of thing Jessie would come up with. You could be the richest man in the country, but if you’re an asshole too, you ain’t getting back here.
“Thanks, Kurt,” Jessie says sweetly before I guide her to our booth. She and my twin brothers oversee this club and she makes a point of knowing all of our staff members by name.
I take a seat first, sliding along the plush velvet and leather bench before taking her hand and pulling her to sit on my lap.
She wraps her arms around my neck and wiggles her ass against my groin as she gets comfortable. Now my already hard cock starts throbbing with the need to be inside her. We haven’t even opened the champagne which is sitting in a bucket of ice waiting for us yet, but I’m already about ten seconds away from fucking her.
“Unless you’re going to do something about that situation you’re creating down there, sweetheart, I’d suggest you stop your wriggling.”
“Well, maybe I want to do something about thatsituation,” she purrs and every drop of blood in my body feels like it rushes to my groin.
“Can I?” she whispers, running her tongue over her soft, full lips. Fuck me, they’re gonna look good wrapped around my cock in a few seconds.
I shift in my seat, my eyes narrowed as I search her face. We’ve never done this in public before — not that this secluded booth is exactly public – but I need to know she’s fully on board. The devious look in her eyes and that flush on her skin tells me she wants it as much as I do.
“Be my guest, sweetheart,” I say as I look down at the bulge in my pants.
She smiles at me, so happy for my permission before she drops to her knees. Like I would ever say no to an offer like that from her. I palm the back of her head as she positions herself beneath the table and begins working to free my cock. Once she has, her fingertips trail over my shaft and I hiss out a breath. “Fuck, Jessie!”
She giggles softly before wrapping her fingers around my length and flicking her tongue over my crown. She murmurs appreciatively as she collects the precum before teasing me again with her skilled tongue. Her eyes are locked on mine, her beautiful blue irises obscured by the dark orbs of her pupils.
“Suck my cock, sweetheart,” I command. “Because as soon as you’re done, I’m gonna slide my fingers into your wet little cunt and make you ride my hand as you scream my name in this booth.”
“Shane,” she breathes as her cheeks flush pink,
I cup her face with my free hand, rubbing the pad of my thumb over her cheek. “I love that you blush like a virgin even when you’re on your knees in a sex club desperate to suck my cock.”
She narrows her eyes at me but then she wraps her perfect pink lips around my dick, swirling her tongue over the tip as she starts to suck.