"I've honestly lost count," I reply with a laugh of my own, because it's become a habit of mine to hide packets of lube whenever we have to restock. It's become something of a game that I play with myself, but thankfully it's come in handy time and time again.

As distracted as I am with my face between his cheeks, it takes me a few moments to notice that Oliver's hand is around his cock. Once I do, I pull back and reach up to give his ass a sharp smack, just hard enough to leave a pink echo of my fingertips against his skin.

"Hey, what'd I say?" I reach up to hook my fingers in the crook of his elbow and tug his arm away with a disapproving click of my tongue. "And here I was being so nice to you."