The house is finally, perfectly silent. Mom and Jonah’s SUV disappeared down the street twenty minutes ago, taillights swallowed by the dark. Anniversary weekend. Two whole nights of freedom. I knew exactly what I was going to use it for.

I don’t knock.

Tyler’s door swings open, and the blue-white glow of his monitor hits me like a spotlight. He’s slouched deep in his gaming chair, grey sweatpants shoved down to mid-thigh, fist wrapped tight around his cock, slow, lazy strokes that stop the second he sees me.

On his screen: me. On all fours, back arched, a rose-gold plug glinting between my cheeks while I fuck myself with a...