“Uh—is there lube?” I ask, wanting to relax into sensations, but faltering on the enormity of the task before me. Both the men freeze at the question. Jasper huffs a laugh first. “We usually don’t use any because Ari is self-lubricating.” And Ari is usually the one fucking people’s asses. “I’m going to need more than that. It’s been a while for me since I’ve done anything like this,” I say. “Maybe the olive oil in the kitchen?” Ari asks, sounding oddly unsure. “Are you going to make a salad?” I ask flatly,
