I flipped over, and my body said “Fuck yes” without me having to say a word. I admit, oral sex from a broke musician with an insatiable sex drive is always a treat. But today, it felt more deserved than ever. I’d spent my entire day acutely focused on turning people on, and now the universe was karmically giving me what I deserved by transferring this arousal to me.

He moved his hands up and down my body. He grabbed my nipples, he pinched them, I squirmed. He mounted me and kissed my neck in the perfect spot that woke up all the senses in my body. He licked my earlobe in a surprisingly sensual way. I started kicking my legs and trying to physically move his head down. I needed his mouth, I needed his tongue. He shot me a devious grin and said, “Be patient.”

“I don’t want to!” I replied—in a rather adorable voice, might I add. He ran his fingers down to my pussy and slid two of them inside me.

“Oh yeah,” he growled. He was like his video game character, ready for battle, ready to demolish my pussy instead of a field full of . . . um . . . thieves. Or whatever they were.

He licked my left nipple and slid his fingers up and down my pussy lips, teasing them. I could feel everything inside me tensing up and loosening at the same time. He moved over to the right nipple, and he gently used his teeth to nibble at it. I shook, I giggled. The powerful, all-mighty LeClaire had left the building, and Naomi, the horny hipster in desperate need of an unshowered, tattooed man, was here. He looked me in the eyes and gave me a devious smile, which said, “Oh you just wait. I haven’t even gotten started.”

The nipple licking was just the opening act to the concert that was about to begin between my legs. He moved down to my crotch, and he took a moment to smell every inch of sweat and juices wafting from my pussy.

“Mmmmm. Smells so fucking good,” he said. Rob definitely had a passion for pussy, in such a primal and carnivorous way. If my pussy was a piece of chicken, he would pick it up and eat it with his hands without giving a shit if sauce was smearing all over his face, even while everyone else at the table opted to use a knife and fork. He really liked to dig in there without any manners.

I felt his soft tongue moving in slow concentric circles, which grew smaller and smaller as he zeroed in on my clit. My legs started shaking and he held them down. He sucked on my clit, his lips softly drawing out deep moans from my body. He found my hole, which his fingers had visited not that long ago, and he fucked it with his tongue. He darted it in and out of me, entering me over and over. He used his fingers and rubbed my clit as he fucked my hole with his tongue, and then he switched things around and put his tongue against my clit so he could stick his fingers back inside me.

My legs couldn’t stop shaking. He aggressively grabbed my long legs and lifted them up. He pushed them backward, close to my head, and moved my arms so my elbows locked around my knees and I couldn’t move. I was like a pretzel, waiting to be eaten.

By then, he had a perfect full view of all my holes, and he didn’t waste any time. He went down to my asshole and stuck his tongue in there, too. He licked my asshole while he rubbed and fingered my pussy with both of his hands. His mouth went back to my pussy. I mean, my entire pussy was in his mouth. His tongue was all over the place, like it was playing the piano and hitting all the right keys. I already knew his fingers were well-practiced, but I was now learning that his tongue certainly had its own set of skills. My arm slid and let one of my legs down for a second, and he threw it back up immediately. He was determined to make me cum in this vulnerable and contorted position, and it was moments away from happening.

I could feel my insides getting warmer, throbbing. I was pushing my pussy so hard into his face, and he was pushing back just as hard. Then he drew back slightly and tickled his tongue up and down my outer lips. My clit still somehow throbbed with pleasure, even though he’d turned his attention elsewhere. He ran his strong tongue from the top of my labia down to my taint, painting me with his saliva. Then he plunged a finger inside, circled his tongue back around to my clit, and there it was. I reached such an intense climax, I felt it everywhere.

He inhaled loudly and would not let go of my pussy. He wasn’t going to stop until every ounce of orgasm went directly down into his throat. He moaned, and I moaned back, and I was cumming so hard tears were coming out of my eyes. I couldn’t hold my legs back any longer—my body was spent, my arms and legs fell, and I collapsed, which is a funny thing to say when you were already lying down to begin with.

He pulled away from my pussy and regarded it like he was staring at his own kingdom after just becoming the emperor of it. How could I go from feeling so strong to so weak in such a short amount of time? I was fine with him paying his rent in orgasms, if he did in fact live here . . . which I should probably figure out at some point.

To go back and see Naomi go down on Rob, turn to page 160.

To continue with Naomi in this fantasy, turn to page 166.