Day 9: "Guess we know why Santa says 'ho ho ho'."
The lone shelving in the closet rattles as soon as Addison's back hits it. Addison ignores the sharp press of cold metal against her back, poking through the cute and slightly sexy Mrs. Claus dress she's wearing. She's more focused on the swollen, hungry lips of her one and only, and his raging erection that they'd snuck away to take care of.
Zed's hands grab under her ass and lift her against the shelves. She throws her arms around his shoulders and locks her legs around his waist, glad to have better access to his lips.
They'd managed to sneak off without anyone noticing, both of them sufficiently worked up from the teasing they'd both done while getting dressed at home. And on the drive over. The very long drive.
If they weren't already late, they would've taken care of their little problem in the car (maybe in an empty parking lot, they hadn't worked out the details).
They'd checked in with Addison's aunt's best friend's nephew who was hosting the Christmas party they were working at, then immediately snuck off to a closet. They had a solid twenty minutes before they needed to be the cutest and least-horny Santa and Mrs. Claus for all the grimy little children.
Addison focuses her passions on kissing him, biting his already swollen lips, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths. All the while Zed drops his extra-large pants so they pool around his ankles. He readjusts her panties and, seconds later, she feels him running the swollen head of his cock through her slick folds.
Their lips pull apart. Addison drops her head back against the shelves and lets out a loud moan.
"Fuck, Addison," he groans. "You're so wet."
Over an hour of foreplay would do that to a girl, but her brain-to-mouth connection is completely destroyed when he pushes inside her moist hole, and all that she manages to say is a garbled moan.
"Oh shit," Zed mumbles. "You gotta keep it down, love."
They didn't usually do something as risky and, well, stupid as this. Usually, when they snuck off to fuck, it was in the bathroom of some party or bar, where Addison would be bent over something, or sitting on a counter, or any scenario where Zed would have a free hand because Addison tends to get very loud.
Now, they're in a supply closet at a sort of fancy party. Zed can barely manage to hold her up with one hand and her limbs latched onto him. One wrong moan and they're caught for sure.
Addison throws her face forward to bury in his neck, her teeth digging into his skin in an attempt to keep her noises under control, for both their sakes. Zed's shameless groan is almost as loud as hers, but her roughness fuels his passion enough that he almost doesn't care anymore.
His pace is relentless. Not wanting to waste any more time on teasing, he pulls her face from his neck to reconnect their lips. Addison tangles her fingers in his short hairs not covered by the Santa hat, gripping the strands tightly as he pounds into her against the shelving.
He's already on the edge—since they snuck away, even—and, after a few more minutes of the quick and rough pace and the heavy making out, Zed's thrusting stutters and staggers as he cums.
He groans against her lips as his seed fills her, and Addison grinds down onto him as best as she can until he empties his load and starts going soft.
They pull apart then, panting and flushed. "Shit," Addison breathes. "A little warning would've been nice?"
Zed frowns, then pecks her lips. "Sorry," he mutters. "I'm kinda all over the place today."
Addison lets go of his hair and wraps her arms around his neck. She doesn't want to stand on her own feet because, one, it's much harder to get postcoital kisses that way, two, she has a fresh load of cum sitting in her pussy and no means to clean up at the moment, and three, she likes being held by Zed.
"It's okay baby," she says. "Although it would've been much easier for me to swallow…but I do like it when you just let go."
She pulls him down for another kiss, this one less hot and heavy and more sweet and passionate. Addison doesn't even pull away from his lips until she starts to feel his cum slowly drip from out of her pussy and down her ass. They should probably deal with that problem before someone finds Mrs. Claus dripping a fresh load of Santa spunk.
"Do you see any paper towels or something around?" she whispers.
Zed looks around the dark closet, squinting, before he mutters an "Aha!" and grabs something on a shelf above Addison's back.
His hand returns in front of her with a half roll of paper towels. "Ask and you shall receive," he jokes lightly, earning an eye roll and a chuckle.
"Not the most comfortable wiping material, but it'll do," she says as she plucks the roll from his hand.
After ripping off a few and clumping them in her fist, she gives him a small nod. He gently pulls out from his position plugging her up, only wincing a little from his head's sensitivity. Her hand is quick to cover her leaking hole with the wad of paper towels before he carefully places her down on her own two feet.
Both of them clean their privates and readjust their outfits hastily. They definitely won't have much time now before someone comes looking for them. But as soon as they're presentable again, they have their arms circling around each other, exchanging affectionate kisses and Zed's much needed after-sex cuddles (not that Addison is complaining either).
Zed drops his forehead against hers with the softest of thuds, sighing blissfully from their closeness. "Guess we know why Santa says 'ho ho ho'," he whispers, a teasing tone in his voice.
Addison couldn't help but giggle at her goofball boyfriend. "The ho's are what make Santa so jolly," she quips back with a smirk. Zed bursts out in a laugh (way too loud to keep their hiding spot a secret) but quickly catches himself and leans in for a soft kiss.
"You're too much Adds," he cooes when he pulls back. "I love you."
"I love you too," she returns softly, pulling him down for another affectionate kiss.
Sudden banging on the door startles the lovers almost out of their own skins. "Addison! Zed!" It was Bucky angrily whisper-yelling their names. They look from the door, to each other, then back to the door.
"Get your merry butts out here right this second!" He demands, adding an infuriated "and you better be decent," before they hear him stomping away.
They fall into each other, laughter filling the confined space as the tension dissipates around them. Addison pulls him in for one more kiss before putting his beard back into place.
"Let's go make some kids insanely happy," she says with a playful eye roll.