"Take Admiral, too," Tommy calls out. "He's moping in the back room."
We barely make it through my front door with our clothes intact.
The moment the lock clicks behind us, Merri is on me, her mouth claiming mine with an urgency that sends heat straight to my groin. I walk her backward until she hits the wall in my entryway, pinning her there with my body weight. The sound she makes—low and needy—vibrates against my lips as I grind my hips forward, letting her feel the hard length of me pressing through my jeans.
"We should go to the bedroom," I manage between kisses, but my hands are already sliding under her t-shirt, finding bare skin.
"I don't want to wait that long." She's already tugging my shirt up and over my head. "I need you right now."
That snaps the last thread of my control. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and yank them down along with her underwear, dropping to my knees on the hardwood. Thescent of her arousal hits me first, then I'm spreading her thighs wider and settling my mouth against her slick heat.
The first touch of my tongue draws a sharp inhale from above. Her fingers thread through my hair, tightening almost painfully as I lick into her, tasting the salt-sweet evidence of how badly she wants this. I work her with long strokes, then focus on that swollen bundle of nerves, sucking until her hips start to roll against my face.
"Wyatt! Oh god, that's—" Her words dissolve into incoherent sounds as I push two fingers inside.
She climaxes with my name breaking from her throat, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers in rhythmic pulses. I don't let up, don't give her a chance to catch her breath. I'm on my feet in seconds, fumbling with my belt and zipper while she watches me through heavy-lidded eyes, chest heaving, bottom lip caught between her teeth.
I grab the condom from my wallet with shaking hands, barely managing to tear the wrapper open. When I roll it on, she reaches down to help guide me, her hand wrapping around my length.
"I need to be inside you." The words come out rough, almost guttural.
"Then stop talking about it." She pulls me closer by my hips, her legs already parting wider.
I hoist her up, her back pressed against the wall for leverage, and position myself at her entrance. The head of my cock nudges against her, slick and ready, and then I'm pushing inside—slow at first because she's still pulsing from her orgasm, impossibly tight around me.
She wraps her legs around my waist, her ankles locking at the small of my back as I sink deeper. The angle lets me bottom out completely, and the sensation draws a groan from somewhere deep in my chest. Her nails rake down my shoulders hardenough to leave marks as I start to move, each thrust driving her higher up the wall.
"Don't hold back." Her breath is hot against my neck, teeth scraping my skin. "I want to feel you tomorrow."
That permission unleashes something primal in me. I pull almost all the way out and slam back in, setting a punishing rhythm that has her crying out with each impact. The obscene sound of our bodies meeting fills the entryway and mixes with our ragged breathing.
Her second orgasm builds faster than the first. I can feel it in the way her muscles start to flutter, in the increasingly desperate sounds she makes against my shoulder. When it hits, her whole body goes rigid, inner walls clamping down on me so hard I see stars.
The pulsing pressure pushes me over the edge. My hips jerk forward in sharp, uncontrolled thrusts as release barrels through me, white-hot pleasure radiating outward from where we're joined until I can barely remember my own name.
We stay locked together for several long moments, both slick with sweat, hearts pounding in tandem. Her forehead rests against mine, and I can feel the small tremors still running through her legs.
"Take me to bed." Her voice is hoarse. "I'm not done with you yet."
Two hours later, Admiral is sprawled on the orthopedic bed I bought for him while Merri and I lay tangled together in the sheets, our clothes scattered across the floor.
"That was…" Merri trails off, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.
"Amazing? Incredible? Mind-melting?"
"All of the above." She props herself on an elbow. "So what happens now?"
"Now we figure this out. Together." I cup a soft breast, molding my hand around it. "We finish the competition, win with our amazing coffee blonde ale, and make this permanent."
Her cute nose wrinkles. "Permanent?"
"Yeah. Because you're stuck with me now."
She smiles. "What if we don't win the competition?"
"Then we still have a great beer that we should put on rotation. You make the beer, and I'll supply the coffee. We split the profits."
"A real partnership."
