Tyler’s sitting naked on the edge of his bed. I’m kneeling naked between his legs, listening to him explain what I should—and absolutely should not—do while giving him a blow job.

“But, really, once you’ve got those basic techniques down, the most important thing is enthusiasm,” Tyler says. “You can use all the ‘right techniques’ until you’re blue in the face, but if you’re not genuinely enjoying sucking my dick—if you’re not savoring the taste of my cock in your mouth and aching to get me off simply because doing it gets you off—then it’s gonna be a perfunctory blow job at best. And blow jobs should never, ever be perfunctory, sweetheart.” He grimaces.

“I had no idea there was such a thing as anything other than a totally awesome blow job,” I say. “I thought every time a girl puts a guy’s dick in her mouth, it’s heaven.”

“Nope. It’s the same thing for girls with oral, or so I’ve been told. I know you’ve got no basis of comparison, but one day you’ll find out I’m a genius at carpet munching. Probably the best you’ll ever have.”

“Well, that’s a bummer. You’re saying it’s all downhill from here?”

“Sorry to say, yes. I’m supernaturally gifted at eating pussy.”

“So what’s your secret? Enthusiasm?”

“Yup. I love doing it. When I eat it, I savor it like I’ll never get the privilege of doing it again. I savor it like I’ve discovered the fountain of youth between a girl’s legs. And I must say your beautiful pussy is particularly tasty. Tastiest one yet, for sure.”

I swallow hard. Man, he’s turning me on.

“Honestly,” Tyler continues. “I can’t teach you to be gifted at sucking dick. Geniuses are born, not made. I can only teach you the techniques to make you exceptionally good at sucking dick. But that’s no small thing. I’ll never in my life complain about an exceptionally good blow job. But a supernatural blow job? A mind-blowing one?” He kisses his fingertips like a chef. “That’s fine art.”

I giggle. “So you’re an arteest?”

“And my medium is pussy.”

We both laugh.

“All right. You ready to give it a whirl, sweetheart?”

I nod.

He puts his hand on the top of my head. “Bon appétit, baby. Make my cock your art. Just, please, eager beaver, don’t forget the number one rule I told you. Beavers should never, ever use their teeth to gnaw on the big log.”

Approximately four minutes later…

Tyler’s fingers rake urgently across my scalp. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he grits out. “Now suck just a little bit harder, baby. Oh, yeah. Just like that. That’s perfect. Keep doing that. Don’t stop.” His cock twitches sharply in my mouth. His fingers are gripping the top of my bobbing head. “Now touch yourself with your free hand.”

I slide my free hand between my legs while continuing to grope him with the other.

“You’ve got the hang of it now, baby,” Tyler whispers. “Oh, fuck. This is getting good.” He groans loudly and shoves himself farther into my mouth.

I look up at his face. He looks like he’s on the cusp of complete ecstasy. And, all of a sudden, I feel empowered. I might be the one on my knees here, but I’m suddenly realizing I’m in charge. I’ve got this boy’s manhood between my teeth, after all. Not to mention his balls in the palm of my hand. He’s at my mercy, quite literally. And I love it.

Excitement floods me. I increase the intensity of my assault, adding a little extra flair to the movement of my tongue. My hand moves from Tyler’s balls to his hard ass and into his crack. I slip a fingertip inside him, exactly the way Tyler suggested I do if I was feeling it, and Tyler goes freaking crazy on me.

“I’m gonna come,” he blurts.

I slip my finger farther inside him, making sure he knows who’s running the show here.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come so fucking hard,” he grits out. “Into your mouth.”

I nod enthusiastically while continuing to work myself with my free hand.

Tyler yanks sharply on my hair. Pushes himself into my mouth. “Swallow me down, Zooey.”

“Mmm hmm.”

He makes a sound that makes my skin prick and my toes curl. And then it happens. Nirvana. Warm, salty liquid gushes into my mouth as waves of pleasure begin seizing my clit and everything connected to it. I swallow Tyler down and yank my mouth off his hard-on, consumed by the pleasure of my own climax.

Finally, after my body stops clenching, I look up at Tyler, licking my lips. “I came,” I say simply. I smile proudly.

Tyler strokes my hair. “Well, I’ll be damned. Who would have guessed my eager little beaver would turn out to be fucking Van Gogh.”