Day 4: "I put myself on the naughty list for you."
They're halfway into what Eliza seems the best Christmas movie ever made, Die Hard, when Addison starts fondling him through his sweatpants. Zed and Addison are cuddling on the loveseat, Eliza and Willa are sprawled out on the couch while Wynter and Wyatt are in a dogpile on the floor, Bree and Bonzo sitting there too, except they're leaning against the couch.
The first time Addison's hand squeezes his dick, he assumes it's an accident. He can't help but jump, but no one notices.
The next time it happens, she makes sure to rub him briefly through his sweats, and he knows it's no accident. He shoots her a panicked look, but he's not even sure she sees him.
He's really glad they're under a blanket and slightly separated from their friends, because the next thing he knows, Addison is reaching a hand into his pants. He grabs her hand then, just before she can grab his dick, and glares at her in the light of the tv screen.
"What are you doing?" he mouths.
Addison smirks and holds a finger up to her lips. She leans over and whispers in his ear, "I'm putting myself on the naughty list for you."
She slips her wrist out of his grip and wraps her fingers around his thickening cock. It has 'bad idea' written all over it, but he doesn't stop her. It's risky and stupid, and something they definitely shouldn't do, but he's strangely excited to see what she had planned. Especially with all of their friends around…
Addison snuggles into his side. She pulls his dick from his sweats, then switches hands so she can have one wrapped around his back and the other reaching across her body and stroking him.
She lazily pumps her hand up and down his shaft, her attention vaguely placed on the movie. He's not sure if she's absentmindedly stroking him or she's pretending to pay attention. Either way, he has no idea what's going on in the movie. He's just trying not to moan, or breathe too loudly. Or even squirm.
He worries that if he isn't acting totally natural, someone will catch on. Addison does not share the same fear, though.
He doesn't know what prompts her, but she slips under the blanket and sucks him into her mouth. It takes everything in him not to jump or moan—to sit there like Addison doesn't have her lips wrapped around his dick, drooling as she slowly sucks him deep in her throat.
He curls his fingers into fists, nails digging into his palm as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly. It's extremely hard for him to hold in his moan, breathing hard and heavy through his nose.
Addison pops up and grins at him. Zed tries his best to glare again, but knows it probably looks pathetic at best. She snuggles back into his side and goes back to stroking his now saliva covered dick.
He can't help but groan when she starts pumping him again, wincing when he draws attention to himself.
"You good Zed?" Eliza asks.
"Yeah," he stammers. "I was just…" Addison continues to stroke him, making it very hard to think of an excuse. After a too-long pause, he finally says, "stretching. Uh, someone's been laying on me this whole time."
Addison giggles and shifts. "Sorry," she says innocently.
Zed mumbles an "It's fine," turning his head back to the screen. He wraps his arms around the back of the loveseat, trying to look casual and not like he was struggling to conceal the very amazing handjob he was receiving under the blanket.
After a while, Addison cuddles back into his side and he lets his arm drape over her shoulders, pulling her in tighter. It's both better and worse that she's going so slow. It makes it easier for him to control the sounds leaving his mouth, but it feels like it'll never end.
Soon enough, though, his fingers tangle in her hair as he fights the urge to moan and cum. Addison takes note of the change, increasing her technique.
He almost moans out loud again, but manages to get a knuckle in his mouth to stop himself. Addison stretches up and whispers in his ear, "Ready?"
He nods, and she disappears under the blanket again. Her lips wrap around his tip and she quietly but furiously pumps the rest of his length. He breathes out hard, feeling his balls pull up before he's cumming in her mouth.
Addison sits up once he finishes and cuddles back into his side. He doesn't even know what to say, if anything. So instead he reaches under the blanket and puts his dick back in his sweats, and pretends that didn't just happen.
At least, until they get home and can talk about it properly. And by 'talk' he means that they'll probably just end up in bed.