A/N: I have no words for this. Mostly just Zed and Addison. Occasionally other people show up. It's literally just dirty flirting, teasing, and smut. Not for the faint of heart. Enjoy!
Day 1: "Is that a candy-cane in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
Part 1 of "The Gala Series"
~Deck the halls with boughs of holly…
Zed takes a slow drink from his glass. The Christmas music fades into the background, only barely heard over the soft chatter of the banquet hall. He wants nothing more than to go home, where he can sit in sweats and eat ice cream. He'd honestly rather be anywhere but here—even jury duty would be better than this.
His best friend is getting an award from her job tonight and had dragged him along as her plus one. Of course, he'd do anything for her, but this was a bit much. Wearing a suit and tie? On a Thursday evening? For a silly company Christmas banquet, he didn't even work for? All of it was stupid. He was considering ditching, but he knew Eliza would kill him if he disappeared.
On the bright side, there was a ton of free alcohol and he wasn't driving home. The cocktail foods were good too—it made him glad Eliza worked at a rich company that could afford to waste money on all this shit. Fancy tables, dozens of servers walking around with trays of food or alcohol, an actual string band. It made all the other parties he went to see subpar.
However, Eliza had ditched him ten minutes ago to chat with some executive or something, leaving Zed to wander aimlessly until they sat for dinner and the award ceremony. It's how he ended up at the bar, sipping from his second glass of scotch. Some people spare him glances but nobody approaches him, which he knows annoys the bartender.
Just as he's finishing his second glass, someone—the organizer, he thinks her name is Lacey—steps onto the stage and announces that dinner will be served shortly. Most people start moving to their tables. Zed sighs, downing the last of his drink and wincing as the hard liquor slides down his throat. He sniffs just as someone chuckles. He looks over at the woman who'd just walked up to the bar, and he nearly does a double take. She looks both elegant and sexy, a long, silky, sleeveless baby blue gown hugging her body. It has a slit on her left leg that stops almost too high, just enough to still be considered modest.
Zed's eyes travel over her form—from her blonde curls that cascade around her shoulders, to the white pearls that decorate her ears and hangover her neck and wrist, down over her gorgeous curves until he gets to the strappy white heels on her feet. There's something about her that just draws him in.
She stands in front of him, an amused smile playing at her red lips. "Can't handle your liquor?" she teases.
He gives her a slight smirk and tips his glass in her direction, hoping he looks cool and not like an idiot. "I don't usually drink," he says.
The woman nods. "Having a miserable time, then," she says, more as a statement than a question.
Zed raises his glass in a "cheers" fashion, deepening the amusement in the woman's smile.
"Well, I'd offer to buy your next, but this is already paid for." She sighs and adds, "It's a shame. Buying sexy men a drink is my go-to flirting move."
He faults momentarily. She'd called him sexy. And she was flirting with him. Charming women wasn't unknown territory, but this was a whole new level. Never had things accelerated so quickly. They hadn't even been talking for five minutes—he didn't even know her name.
But as strange and unexpected as the scenario was, he doesn't let it surprise him for long. He raises an eyebrow and asks, "Shouldn't I be buying you a drink?"
The woman smirks, pushing her loose curls over her shoulder. She leans over the bar and asks for two of "Whatever he's having," giving the bartender a polite smile before returning her attention to Zed. "That depends on how you view gender norms."
He shrugs. "All I know is my mom raised me to be a gentleman, especially in the presence of a beautiful woman, such as yourself."
She hums. "I was raised to be a lady." She pauses, more words hanging off her tongue, but grabs the drink on the counter first. She takes a slow sip from it, her eyes never leaving Zed's. It's a new breed of intimate, one that makes his mouth run dry. Finally, she pulls the glass from her lips and finishes, "Though I like to consider myself a lady in the streets, and a freak in the bed."
Zed raises an eyebrow. "Ludacris reference?"
She smiles, more amused than anything else. "Anyone who doesn't know that song is lying," she says.
Zed hums. "I didn't catch your name."
"That's because I didn't say it," she says cheekily. Zed's eyebrows jump in surprise and she gives him a smirk before finishing off her drink. "Another round?"
"Are you trying to get drunk?"
She shrugs. "I was planning on doing my absolute best to forget this night but…." she looks him up and down almost hungrily. She doesn't need to say anymore, he knows what she means.
The woman orders another drink and takes the one Zed hadn't touched on the counter, taking a small sip from it. The bartender placed another glass for Zed, which he takes.
"Walk with me," the woman says. She starts without waiting for a reply, going at a leisurely pace around the edge of the ballroom.
They drink and walk in relative silence, surveying the crowd of ass kissers around them. Finally, after a few minutes, the woman stops walking, giving Zed a smile.
"You can call me Addy," she says. She offers him a hand, which he gingerly shakes.
He returns the smile. "Zed."
"Well, Zed," she starts, taking his glass from his hand and placing it on the tray of a passing server, "I don't usually do this sort of thing, especially in this environment—then again there aren't usually men like you around—"
"And what are men like me like?"
She looks up at him through dark lashes. "Handsome, charming, sexy as hell, non-brown-noser," she lists, the last part making him snort. She gives him a slight smirk, taking a step closer, her hand coming up to rest on his shoulder. "Shall I go on?"
He swallows thickly. "I think I get the gist."
"Good." She stretches up, her lips ghosting over his cheek, her breath sending shivers through his body. She presses a featherlight kiss to his jaw. "How many people do you see watching us?" she whispers, her voice low and dangerously seductive.
Zed tenses, blinking then looking around the room. At first glance, he doesn't notice anything. Addy pulls away, though her hand remains on his bicep, moving up to his shoulder. "~You will get a sentimental feeling when you hear…" He starts to notice the glances, people looking over their shoulder, quiet whispers in their direction.
"Go to the bathroom," Addy says. "Out the front door, down the hall to your left."
She leaves him, walking away at a casual pace and rejoins the party, leaving Zed immensely confused.
Part of him feels like he's being played. Then, of course, there's the part of him that's hard, and the prospect of what could happen drives him out of the ballroom, down the hall that's on his left, and into the lush, rather large, single-person bathroom.
It's not the first time he's hooked up with someone in a bathroom, it's just never been in such a fancy bathroom.
Addy shows up five minutes after he does, a soft knock against the door followed by, "Zed?"
He opens the bathroom door and she smiles at him, slipping inside. Zed can barely manage to close the door; Addy's arms wrap around his neck and he almost forgets to flick the lock. Her lips crash into his, hungry and desperate. All the air leaves his lungs when he's pushed back into the sink, tongues battling for more territory in the other's mouth. Her perfectly manicured nails scratch at his scalp, fingers pulling at his hair.
Addy then forcefully steers him into the wall, her body pressed flush against his, nails raking down his front. Her lips devour his, fingers furious as they yank his shirt from his pants. She pulls away, leaning back when Zed tries to chase her lips. He's panting, struggling for breath, missing her mouth on his.
He opens his eyes to see her smirking, fingers expertly working on the buttons of his shirt. His mind is spinning, so clouded from her kisses he can barely tell which way is up. He knows he's a wreck—hair knotted and messy, lips swollen and tingling, aching for more of Addy, shirt half pulled from his trousers, an almost embarrassingly hard erection showing through his pants.
Addy looks much more put together. Her dress is only slightly displaced and the only indication of her making out with him being the smudged lipstick on her otherwise perfect lips. "Afraid to touch me, Zeddy boy?" she asks, her voice heavy with lust and power.
He's never seen one woman radiate so much confidence, especially not in such an attractive way. All he can do is let out a noise that neither confirms or denies her statement. "You're so...cute," she says. "I'm going to wreck you, pretty boy."
Zed's mouth runs dry.
Addy wastes no more time and undoes his belt like a junkie getting her fix. She ghosts another kiss over his lips before sinking down to her knees, dragging his pants and boxers down until they're around his ankles. His hard member twitches involuntarily in front of her face. His face is flushed with embarrassment. However, Addy's eyes don't leave his dick. She licks her lips and wraps a slender hand around the base, slowly stroking up.
A strangled moan escapes him. Addy lets out an amused noise and he looks down. His brain completely frying at the sight of her, his hard dick inches from her red lips, looking up at him through thick lashes. "You like that?" she asks.
He can barely manage to nod. She tsks, whispering, "If only I had more time." Before he can ask, though, she leans in and circles her tongue around his swollen head. Zed's head falls back against the wall, a quiet, groan leaving his throat just before she fills her mouth with his cock.
The ensuing blowjob genuinely, truly wrecks him.
Addy is an expert with her mouth. Somehow, she makes a fast and sloppy blowjob look classy. He can't think much further than how hot she looks because she is quite literally blowing his brains out. Her hand strokes the part of his dick she can't quite fit in her mouth, while she bobs her head up and down the rest. He can barely keep a handle on how loud his moans are and hopes with everything in him that no one is around.
And he's pretty sure that she sneaks a hand under her dress. She moans around his member, the feeling making his knees quiver. Addy pulls off of his dick and turns her head to the side, running her tongue along his length. She coats any dry places she's missed in saliva.
Just when he thinks there's nothing more she can surprise him with, she swirls her tongue around his sack before sucking his balls into her mouth. He lets out a whimpered moan. Her hand pumps his length, pulling him closer and closer to his end.
He can barely stammer out the words. "Fuck, Addy, I'm-I'm so close."
Addy hums, sending vibrations through his most sensitive parts, and pulls her mouth away. She looks up at him, eyes dark, pupils blown so wide he could barely see her blue irises. She smirks devilishly, her hand slowing down on his cock.
"You wanna cum?" she asks.
He whimpers out a "Yes."
"Want to cum deep in my mouth? Make me swallow your thick load?" She pumps him faster, squeezing his manhood in her hand.
"Oh God," he moans, eyes squeezing shut. "Oh fuck."
And all at once, she stops. It's almost painful, and Zed lets out a strangled whine. So close, he was so close. He opens his eyes and finds Addy's hard expression. "Say it."
His mind is still whirring, trying to stay as close to the edge as she had brought him.
"Say you wanna cum down my throat. Cum so hard you're seeing stars and all you'll ever think about is this blowjob."
"I wanna cum down your throat," he rushes, "I'm gonna cum so hard I'm seeing stars. Fuck, you're perfect, this is the best blowjob I've ever had, I'll never forget it. Please just—"
Addy dives back in, swallowing his dick and stealing his breath. His fingers helplessly claw at the smooth wall, looking for some sort of support because she was really, truly blowing his mind. He fumbles, then tangles his fingers in her hair, earning a surprised hum that short circuits what's left of his brain.
She blows him, going back and forth on his erection, hand pumping the remainder of his length at a furious pace. He explodes in her mouth, biting his lip to keep from crying out too loudly. She stops bobbing her head, locking her lips around his member. Her tongue teases his sensitive tip as he fires his load to the back of her throat. He can't even open his eyes, knowing he'll be utterly destroyed if he looks at her. Every little thing she does sends electricity through his body.
Even after she's sucked him dry, she slowly and deliberately continues to devour his member. Everything makes him quiver: the way her lips tighten as she swallows his load, her tongue that continues to tease over his sensitive head. His knees tremble as she licks him clean, little puffs of air leaving her nose hit his tender, softening cock. He can't stand it much more. It's all too much.
Addy pulls off his cock, clearly satisfied, and gets to her feet. Just as Zed collapses against the wall, completely spent, slowly sliding down until he's sitting on the floor. He can hear her let out a quiet chuckle but he can't even think straight.
"Holy...fuck," he manages to breathe out.
"You okay there, Zed?" Addy asks.
He opens his eyes, catching her smirk, and shakes his head.
She chuckles. "You're so cute," she whispers. "Come on, get up. We have a party to get back to."
Zed closes his eyes. Right, the party. Eliza. How long had they been gone for?
He lets Addy pull him to his feet. Before he can pull up his pants, she's snaking an arm around his neck and pulling him down for a heated kiss. Her lips are salty and commanding and he lets her ravish him for what feels like several minutes. By the time they're separating, his head is spinning even more. He was kind of glad this was the end of their little endeavor because Addy was seriously going to be the death of him.
She looks at him, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, and he already regrets his previous thought.
"Now here's what's going to happen," she whispers in a light and seductive voice. "You're gonna put your address in my phone. Then, you're gonna pull up your pants, get your head on straight, and go back out there. Act like nothing happened."
He nods. They're still insanely close, and she's so alluring that his throat runs dry.
"We will go our separate ways, and enjoy the rest of the evening. And once the stupid party is over, you're gonna go home, and get a nice shower. And you're going to wait there for me."
His eyes widen in surprise and she stops. "Unless that's not okay," she adds. "I don't want you to feel forced."
"No, you're good," he says, his voice higher than usual. The last thing he'd want is for her to think he isn't into it.
She smiles then. "Good. Because if you thought that was a good blowjob, you're in for a very long night. I have many talents beyond my mouth." The slight rise of her eyebrows tells him everything he needs to know. His head is already whirling at all the possibilities, and if he hadn't just cum harder than he ever had before, he was sure he'd be hard again.
"If it wasn't clear, I'm going to fuck the living daylight out of you. Until neither of us can see straight, until you can't tell your left from your right, until we don't know what day it is. Understand?"
Zed sucks in a shaky breath and nods, unable to formulate words.
She smiles again, giving him another kiss, this one short. "Good," she says. She steps away from him and turns to the counter, making a grab for her purse from the floor.
Zed takes a second to get his breathing under control, then gets into his own process of looking presentable. Nobody needed to know what just happened.
Zed gets back as everyone is getting to their seats. He wanders through the room in search of Eliza, finally spotting her near the right corner of the room, two tables away from the stage. He tried for a casual walk to her, hoping he doesn't look as awkward as he feels.
He sits next to his friend, who turns and frowns at him. "Where have you been?" she whispers.
Zed panics first a moment. "Um, around?"
"Around? The fuck does that mean?"
Out of lies, Zed just shrugs and turns his attention to the table. He's still recovering from Addy. His mind was racing at all the prospects for tonight. Which, granted, he probably shouldn't. She was so hot. And the way she took control…He was putty in her hands.
Eliza snaps her fingers in front of his face, pulling him from his daze. "What were you doing?"
Is 'imaging the most seductive woman he's ever met riding him until they're dizzy' an appropriate answer? He doesn't think so.
"Sorry, I zoned out."
He offers her a smile that clearly doesn't soothe her because she frowns. "Do you feel okay? I know you didn't want to come tonight but I really appreciate it. And if you wanna go home, I won't be upset."
"Are you kidding? My best friend is getting some big award for doing her computer nerd thing. How could I miss this!"
Eliza smiles, then grins. She leans over to elbow him. "Thanks then. I hope your night isn't going terribly."
The image of Addy on her knees, red lips wrapped tightly around his hard member, flashes in his mind. "Oh it's not," he tells her. "I've…I've met a lot of really cool people."
Eliza starts to say something, but someone behind Zed catches her attention. He frowns and starts to turn, as a very familiar voice asks, "Is this seat taken?"
He turns, nearly falling out of his seat because it's fucking Addy. At his table! She looks as perfect as she did when he first met her. And just as surprised as he is.
"Of course not," Eliza says. Addy's eyes barely flicker to her before she's nodding and sitting on Zed's right.
"Zed," she states. "I didn't—I mean, I didn't expect you to be um, over, at this table."
He nods, unable to formulate words. From behind him, Eliza asks, "Oh, you guys have met?"
They know each other? Zed blinks, sitting back and looking between the two.
Addy smiles, leaning to address her. "We were chatting early this evening." Her eyes flicker to Zed, something of betrayal and hurt clear on her face. It only lasts a second, then she looks at Eliza and asks, "Is he your date?"
Oh. His eyes go wide—she's offended that he had willingly gone with her to the bathroom, accepting a blowjob, because it looked like he was dating Eliza. Well that all looks very bad.
Before he can stammer out a butchered explanation, Eliza laughs and says, "Just my escort, so I didn't have to be here alone." Addy relaxes, smiling too.
"I think I'd cry if I suddenly developed a taste for men and Zed was what I ended up with," Eliza adds, elbowing him for good measure.
Zed feigns a pout, rubbing his arm as if it hurt. Eliza and Addy laugh together, though the way Addy is looking at him he knows they're not laughing for the same reason. Then he feels her hand on his thigh, hidden by the table cloth.
"I don't know," she says, "he's sweet." Her hand trails slowly up his leg and it takes everything in him not to physically shudder. Her touch is intoxicating. Her fingers brush his member and she yanks her hand away, adding in a sweet voice, "like candy!"
'Get it together,' he tells himself. 'No boner. What if Eliza sees?'
Addy grabs something off the table, smiling at them—maybe. It looks more like a smirk to Zed, but he feels like he's reading too much into it. Not everything was about sex.
"I hate coming to these but I love all the free stuff," she says. "Take as many candy canes as you want. And if you hang around after people start leaving, you can take from the other tables. Want one?" She holds out the candy cane to Zed, who shakes his head.
"Oh, Zed doesn't like candy canes," Eliza says.
Addy looks surprised. "Really?" she asks. She turns her attention to Zed and says, "I mean, the taste is alright, I just like playing with them."
It sounded innocent, it had to be innocent. But he can just imagine her, sucking on the stick of mint, swirling her tongue…
His dick twitches in his trousers, images of Addy refusing to leave his brain.
He looks at her. "I bet. Something fun to suck on, huh?"
She shrugs, putting the candy cane back on the table. "I could think of other things that are more fun," she says, her voice low so no one else could overhear, her eyes flicker down to his crotch.
He's screwed, he's so screwed.
"Addy Cat!"
Addy's face hardens and she straightens up. Zed looks up as a small man in a sparkly suit and a kind of obnoxious grin stops at their table. Zed looks at Addy, who closes her eyes then puts on a smile, turning around.
"Bucky, so nice to see you!" she says with a cheer that sounds forced. The man—Bucky, leans down and kisses her cheek.
"You too, Addy dear."
"I didn't know you were at this table," she says.
"Yes, well, you know how Aunt Missy wants us to do all the kissing up and networking." The man looks at Zed, his eyebrows rising in mild surprise. "Who might you be? I don't believe we've met."
Zed opens his mouth but Addy says, "This is Zed. He's Eliza Scythes's date tonight. You know, the woman being honored with the Innovation Award."
Zed smiles and Bucky returns it. "Intriguing," Bucky states. "Eliza! Dearest, how are you?" He walks around Zed and Addy, occupying the seat next to Eliza and her attention.
"Should I ask?" Zed whispers.
Addy shakes her head. "Nope, mostly because I don't plan on telling you. Just my crazy cousin, being crazy."
Zed nods. He glances around the room, seeing everyone has been seated by now. The music is quieter now, barely heard over the soft chatter of the room.
Something taps against his leg and he jumps, looking over at Addy who's smirking. "Oops."
"You're crazy," he whispers. "We're in public."
She bats her eyes innocently. "I'm not doing anything," she says, though she placed a hand on his thigh again, slowly moving it up. "Did I mention I like your suit? Especially the pants. They make your butt look great."
Zed raises an eyebrow. "Do they?" he whispers.
She nods. "You have a great ass. Can I say that?"
Zed shrugs. "I think we're past a point of boundaries," he says. "You did give me a blowjob in the bathroom."
Addy smiles, leaning closer, nudging his arm. "True. Well, then you have a very nice ass. And dick." Her fingers curl around his half-hard member and he bites back a surprised groan. She grins and says, "Oh! Is that a candy-cane in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
His eyes widen. Eliza says something that draws her attention—Zed panics, terrified that he's been found out, but Addy just leans forward and over him to talk to Eliza and Bucky. It doesn't help that her hand is still wrapped around his dick, subtly rubbing him to full hardness.
He turns, pretending to join the conversation, doing his damndest to not give away the dry handjob he was getting. Just when he thinks he's screwed, that if she keeps it up any longer he's going to cum in his pants, their food arrives and she pulls her hand away, turning to look at her plate.
"You're gonna love the food, it's delicious," Addy promises. She cuts off a piece of her steak, eating it and making a quiet yet dramatic moan. "So good. Probably the second best thing I've swallowed tonight." She gives him the slyest, dirtiest smile. "I mean, truly. This is some juicy steak. But, well, I don't blow and tell."
"For someone who didn't want to be seen with me, you're sure doing a lot to let everyone know what happened."
She shrugs. "They can't hear me. Plus," she leans closer again, her hand returning to his thigh, "I wanna keep you all hot and bothered. The more worked up you get, the better you'll fuck."
"Or make me cum and embarrass me."
Addy raises an eyebrow. "Are you saying you don't get a thrill outta this game? The fact that your friend could look over and catch me rubbing your big, hard, juicy," she smirks and adds, "candy cane."
He'd laugh if she wasn't teasing his "candy cane." She laughs though, leaning into his side. "I like making you blush, Zed. It's cute."
He smiles. "Could we maybe take...a break from the...the stroking? I mean, it's not that I'm not into it, I just find it hard to concentrate on eating while...ya know."
She giggles and nods. "Yeah of course! I personally hate this shitshow, but I wouldn't want to ruin it for you. I can also tell you all the hot gossip on everyone here." She winks as she pulls her hand away, grinning at him.
Addy tells him jokes, points out people and tells their secrets, and is overall great company. They talk like they've known each other for years and not a few hours. And her sex jokes are superb.
He wants to ask her out. It's been decided. She's nothing like his other hookups. She's amazing—funny, charming, pretty. And her blowjob skills aren't bad either. He knows he shouldn't. She was definitely more interested in him as a fun hookup rather than anything romantic.
But he can't stop thinking of doing this all the time. Getting dinner, talking shit, teasing, and flirting until he was red all over. And fuck, the way she took charge...how unbearably sexy she was commanding him. He wasn't much of a sub before, but for her, he might be!
After their plates got cleared away and Addy had let up on her teasing enough for him not to be full mast in his trousers, he decided he should use the bathroom before the awards. He didn't want to risk missing Eliza's big acceptance.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," he tells Eliza.
"The awards are starting soon!"
"I have to pee!" he argues back. "I'll be fast, don't worry."
He turns, about to get up when he catches Addy's eye. "Bathroom," he explains.
"Okay," she says. She glances down at his crotch then back at him.
He knows what she's thinking, and nods, then gets up and walks quickly out of the ballroom, back to the bathroom. He pees and washes his hands, trying to be quick so he can get back to the ballroom.
By the time he's walking back, he can hear the owner talking over the speakers, even in the hallway. Zed rounds the corner and steps into the room, as the owner says, "…introduce my daughter to hand out the first award of tonight. Everyone, please welcome Addison Wells to the stage."
Everyone starts clapping and a blonde woman in a blue dress climbs the steps of the stage. Zed starts for his table but freezes when Addison Wells starts talking. "Thank you. Good evening, and welcome to the annual…"
Holy fuck. It's Addy. Addy! The same Addy who'd blown him in the bathroom, was now on stage because she was the daughter of the owner of the company that his best friend worked for.
Addy—or Addison, or whatever he was supposed to call her—talks on stage but he doesn't hear any of it. His ears are ringing. He's actually losing his mind at this fact.
He can't have sex with her! She's practically in charge of his best friend! In some way, if he fucked up with Addison, Eliza could suffer big time. He couldn't have that on his conscience. He'd already fucked up enough.
And to make matters worse he had thought about dating her. If he had, and things had gone downhill, he could only imagine what that would do to Eliza's career. He couldn't do that to her. He couldn't risk it.
So he bolts, walking out of the ballroom, out of the venue, and far far away from all of this.
to be continued…