DID YOU POST THIS?

Lily kept the phone raised between them. The screen still showed the thumbnail of her on her knees, mouth open around Ethan’s cock, the angle cutting off everything above her collarbones.

“Did you post this?” she asked.

Ethan’s grin died. He swallowed once, hard. “Yeah. I did.”

She didn’t lower the phone. “When?”

“Last night. After you fell asleep.” His voice stayed low. “Your face never shows. Just the last two weeks of clips. I figured you’d be pissed. I didn’t think you’d get wet from it.”

Lily’s jaw tightened. “Being wet doesn’t mean yes.”

She stepped closer until the edge of the mattress hit his shins. “Sit.”

Ethan sat. The bed creaked under his weight. Lily stayed standing, thumb already scrolling through his camera roll. She found the folder labeled L. Forty-three videos. She tapped the first one, watched three seconds of herself riding him reverse, then deleted it. Ethan’s hands twitched on his thighs but he didn’t stop her.

She moved through them fast.delete, delete, delete. until the folder emptied. Then she opened his account. The newest post was still live. She handed him the phone. “Take it down. All of them.”

He hesitated for maybe five seconds, then started removing posts. Each time the confirmation screen popped up he tapped yes without argument. When the last one vanished he set the phone on the comforter and looked up at her.

“I got jealous,” he said. “Every time some guy stared too long I wanted to show them what they couldn’t have. Then it stopped being about them and started being about the numbers. I got greedy.”

Lily didn’t answer. She reached behind her neck, unhooked the clasp of her thin gold necklace, and let it drop onto the nightstand. The motion made her breasts shift under the loose tank top. Ethan’s eyes followed.

She climbed onto the bed, knees bracketing his hips, and stayed there without touching him yet. “Nothing gets filmed unless I say yes. My body stays off the internet. If you break either rule I walk and I don’t come back.”

Ethan nodded once. “Okay.”

Lily leaned in until her mouth hovered over his. “Ask.”

“Can I touch you?”

She answered by grabbing his wrists and guiding his palms under her tank top. His fingers spread across her ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. She rocked forward, grinding the seam of her shorts against the hard line of his cock through his jeans. The friction dragged a low sound out of her throat.

Ethan’s hands slid higher, cupping her tits fully, squeezing until her nipples tightened against his palms. Lily reached down, popped the button of his jeans, and dragged the zipper open. She freed his cock, wrapped her fingers around the base, and stroked once, slow, from root to tip. Pre-cum beaded at the slit; she smeared it with her thumb and kept stroking.

He groaned and tried to thrust into her fist. Lily tightened her grip just enough to hold him still. “My pace.”

She lifted up on her knees, shoved her shorts and panties down together, and kicked them off the side of the bed. Naked from the waist down, she settled back over him, dragging the wet lips of her pussy along the length of his cock without letting him inside. Each slow pass coated him in her slick. Ethan’s breathing turned ragged. His hands stayed on her tits, thumbs circling her nipples in time with her grinding.

Lily reached between them, angled his cock, and sank down an inch. The head stretched her open. She paused there, letting him feel how tight she was, then sank another inch. Ethan’s fingers dug into her sides but he didn’t push. She took him the rest of the way in one steady drop until her ass met his thighs. They both exhaled at the same time.

She rode him in short, controlled rolls of her hips, never letting him set the depth or speed. Every time he tried to thrust up she pressed down harder, pinning him. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. The wet sound of her pussy taking him filled the room. Ethan’s head tipped back against the headboard, mouth open, eyes half-lidded while he watched her.

Her phone started buzzing on the nightstand. Lily ignored it for three rings, then reached over without pulling off Ethan’s cock. She answered on speaker.

Becca’s voice came through tight. “Check the comments on the post you just took down. Someone screenshotted it before it vanished. Username @WatchingLily. They wrote your real name and mentioned your tattoo.”

Lily’s hips stilled. Ethan’s cock twitched inside her. She opened the comments on the now-deleted post and read the line: “Nice constellation tattoo, Lily Hartman. Does your mom know where her daughter spends her nights?”

Downstairs the front door opened and closed with a soft click.

Footsteps started up the stairs.