Bittle sits up, spreading his pale thighs and pressing his ass snugly against his lips, and I watch with rapt attention as he draws his hand down his body. I have to clutch at the sheets as he takes himself in hand, and I let out a shuttering breath when he says my name like that, so soft and sweet.

"Go on," I rasp out, dragging my gaze from his face down to where his fingers are wrapped so firmly around his cock. It's easy to imagine him doing this on his own, while I as foolishly oblivious across the hall. I rest my fingers lightly on his knees, forcing myself not to touch him any more that this. Not yet, anyway. "Keep going, Bits. Show me what I was missing out on."