Haven: Porn Wife (Duke)

[amichan]

It's too damn early for this, but the staff don't exactly know what happened last night.

I didn't realize exactly how hot it would be Julia helping me get rid of Evi.

Drugging her last night to stop her seduction attempts in their tracks, because the last thing I need is to fall back into that old habit. Of course then I had to get her back to her place in the dead of night, make sure she was alive and okay, and then sneak back home, all without looking like a creepy rapist.

So that was another evening of me drinking so as not to ruin things with Julia and to forget about things with Evi, which...is probably why it is too damn early for this—this being some angry lady who was haranguing the staff about something stupid.

“If you want to speak to the owner so badly he's out there!” I'm leaning against the railing on the dock and half glance over my shoulder trying not to wince in the brightness of the sun.

An older woman stalks across the wooden patio towards me, all buttoned up in her Sunday best looking as though hellfire and brimstone might spark out of her eyes. Oh, this is going to be just what I need today.

“Something I can help you with, Ma'am?” I offer, with a half wave.

“You're the owner of this—this,” she waves a hand behind her, “place?”

“So, they tell me,” I answer.

“There's no need to be so flippant.”

Oh, yes, just what I need, “Alright,” I shift to face her slightly more. I feel slightly uncomfortable as she moves closer to me like I got caught by...if I'd had a normal mother maybe? But that's her vibe, the stiff upper lipped British school marm with the ruler and the imperious attitude. If she has a spouse or children they must really hate her, “Like I said, something I can help you with?”

“You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Wouldn't be the first time I'd been told that—but, for what?”

“It's the Lord's Day and this establishment is selling alcohol, promoting lasciviousness--”

I have to laugh, “Okay, well, none of that is against the law, but feel free to call Haven P.D ask for Nathan Wuornos he loves to come down here and...” what the hell...I can feel things getting...down there which is not—there is nothing that should be, “...harass me. You'll make his day.”

“You're disgusting,” she tells me.

“Thank you. Have a good day, Ma'am.”

Thankfully, she stalks off and I can turn back towards the bay and look down. No, the feeling wasn't lying to me. What the hell, penis? Why are you betraying me? There was nothing about that woman, and the only other thing mentioned was Nathan, and that has never...

I'm making my way back towards the dock where the Cape is, when I hear Audrey call my name, and semi, mostly, completely deliberately, slip into the water.

“Oh, my God, Duke!” she runs over, to find my treading water.

“Hey!” I answer, and that didn't actually work to change anything down below—so that's...odd.

“What happened?”

“I fell in the water?” I ask as though she's the weird one.

“You need a hand?”

“No...it's fine. Strangely enough I can swim,” I flash her a smile, “What did you need?”

“There's a Trouble about,” she says.

“Oh?” I ask, “I...don't think I'll be able to help with things today—I have a job that I was about to go to.”

“Ah,” she says, “Well—that might be best anyway, because the Trouble—it, uh, it seems to have a, uh, an effect mostly on guys.”

“I see,” I turn myself in a circle looking towards the Cape and then back to her, “What does it do exactly?”

Audrey shifts from foot to foot, “It seems to be an arousal trouble...” she says, “There's a woman...it seemed like she was heading this way. Older...she came from her church service.”

I have to laugh at that idea.

“She's on some sort of destroy all negative influences kick right now something to do with her husband and porn is all I know right now.”

“So, naturally she comes to The Gull?—there was some lady yelling at the staff before. I think she stomped off into town though.” I nod my head back up the way she did stalk off, “Purple suit, dark curly hair.”

“Yes!” Audrey says, “You...sure you're okay?”

“Yeah,” I tell her, “I'll just...get changed and go do my...perfectly legal other job,” I give her a wink.

“Right,” she says, “Right, that plausible deniability.”

“That's the one. You have fun with your crazy Church lady. I will go...do my thing.” Please leave now. The only thing that makes this kind of fun right now is the idea that it might leave Nate uncontrollably humping her leg, or something nearby. Though he won't be able to feel anything like the uncomfortable ouch that I'm getting to right now with the chafing damp denim as I pull myself up the side of the Cape and on to the deck.

$$$$

Oh, praise whoever that Julia is not up yet as I slide open the cabin door and peek around. I run as quickly as I can towards the master bedroom and strip, freeing myself from the uncomfortable wet denim and shedding the rest of the wet clothes into a pile.

Well, this shouldn't be too har—and for a moment I'm laughing like a ten year old despite things, and I lay on the bed. I mean, I've only been doing this since I was a kid. I realize after a few minutes that looking at things on my phone is probably the opposite of what I should do given Audrey did mention crazy lady was set off by something to do with her husband and porn, and I'm pretty sure I can work out what that was. As guilty as I tend to feel thinking of Julia, particularly in that cow girl outfit she wears on Taco Tuesday can usually work pretty well, but I get to that point and nothing but tightness and worse discomfort is the “reward”.

Shower, then. Shower.

I make it through there and blast on the water, short sharp shock of cold at first. Still hard.

Temperature comes up to warm, and again we go...but it doesn't make any difference. I stop because it's becoming too, uncomfortable, and I'm worried what is going to happen down there. They have those warnings on cialis and such for a reason; but I am sure as shit not calling Audrey back about this, and I can't...

I can't...

I bang my head on the wall.

The water is starting to go cold but I have a feeling given that the blast of cold of water didn't do anything and falling in the sea didn't do anything I don't think a cold shower is going to help either, and...it...doesn't seem to be.

I hear a knock on the door. Oh. Shit, “Duke? You okay in there?”

Sarcastic laughter is not a good idea, but fuck, “No. I am not okay!” How long have I even been in the shower though? I turn it off.

“What happened?” she asks.

Oh, man...that's just, “What happened?” I have to laugh, because it's just, “What happened is some uptight bitch who hates porn got pissed at her husband now any guy that gets within fifteen yards of her...” I slam open the shower door and she's right there. I must not have locked the bathroom door itself when I came in here...and I have no idea how long I've been here trying to actually fix things. Must have worried her and now...well, she's seen it now, “...gets this.” I gesture cautiously towards my penis still hard and refusing to...but she's here now, and...well, that's not going to help.

“And it won't go away.”

“Gold star,” I manage.

She grabs the hand I was pointing with, “Well, get out of there. You're freezing and it's clearly not helping.”

She pulls me out of the shower stall. I didn't realize how cold I was until I'm out of the box and shivering, and she's toweling me off, and damn it, why am I letting her do this? She's so close, and then I wonder if she would—and remind myself that I shouldn't ask her—I can't take advantage of her like that. That's not fair. That's even if she would say yes, and wouldn't just hit me. Though she's standing right here, not making any fuss about the fact that I could probably cut through the deck right now.

I feel the towel move towards my thigh, “Don't,” I can—I don't know hit myself over the head or something, “Look I've tried everything already, nothing works. Audrey will find her and get her to calm her ass down soon enough.”

She's giving me such a look, “Everything?” I can't look her in the eye any more, “If she hates porn she's probably one of those who thinks human sexuality exists for procreation. And if that's the case. I bet I know what will fix this.”

“Julia...” is she...? I can't...look back and see what her expression is because I'm eighteen and I can feel the torches and pitchforks, and it's now I can hear her cussing me out and throwing her things over the side of boat and storming away.

I realize she's on her feet, “Duke Crocker,” she snaps, pointing towards the master bedroom, “You get on that bed right now.”

I go to my room before I can chicken out, and sit on the edge of the bed feeling more and more awkward. I knot my hands in the comforter trying to keep myself grounded considering the entirety of the situation—my penis persistently erect and painful and Julia ordering me to the bedroom is she really? If she is does that mean?

Try not to think about the last time things like this happened—stupid.

“Just promise me you won't suck my life force out,” Not that she'll get that joke.

I kind of can't help but feel I'm hallucinating when she pulls off her shirt and I have full view of her almost naked top half, gorgeous breasts, normally shielded with shirts sized too big, now cradled only in cups of shimmering turquoise fabric.

“Oh, I'll suck something out,” she jokes.

I can't respond to that the way I'd like, the pressure is building more in my loins, especially as she's now taking off her jeans. I remind myself she's a grown woman if she didn't want to do this she wouldn't be, especially when she leans forward, takes my knees and pushes them apart. What's..?

Her mouth...is on my penis. I can feel her tongue...then, I can almost see stars. I lean back. I can't believe this is happening, as she continues up and down, but as wonderful as it feels, in part it's also worse not better. I've never felt so much like my balls might burst, “It's not getting...”

Her mouth is gone. Where is she?

She's taking off the bra and panties the shiny blue pieces of clothing dropping to the floor—this is really happening...is it? It must be given she's climbing up on the bed next to me.

When I reach towards her trying to be sure she's still there she takes my hand moves it to her right breast, and she pulls us both so that she's on her back and I'm over the top of her keeping her eyes firmly locked with mine, “Fuck me,” she instructs. 

The way things feel I'm worried that as soon as I slip inside her I'll be done. On the one hand the pressure and pain would be over; on the other my pride won't allow it, especially as she would be entirely unsatisfied.

Even with all my focus I can't keep up very long. At least it's not instant release, and relief—palpable I've never felt such.

I lay to the side. She turns over and kisses me tenderly for a moment.

I start to ask, “Can I--” make that up to you? Do better? I wonder if I might need a minute considering what happened—but the tender kiss, her closeness, the years I've wanted—hoped for this—for her, and I'm returning the second tender kiss, deeply, then ferociously and she is too. I have my hands in her hair. She's pulling at mine and our mouths break apart just for a moment as I roll this time onto my back knowing that I'm already up again and I take a moment to look at her silently asking. She nods, resuming the kiss and I reach down to slide myself once more insider her. She lets out a small sigh as we connect and wriggles from side to side which is...wonderful.

I thrust up and she moans, taking hold of my shoulders to adjust herself deeper, and then leaning forward to take hold of my head again. One of my hands goes to her hip guiding her rocking motion; the other to her breast squeezing carefully and we find our rhythm until she leans forward again to move and scratch from my head down my chest which urges me faster. She begins bouncing then in time with my thrusts moaning louder with each time, until with a shuddering motion, digging her fingernails into my chest she finishes, and leans forward against me, while I'm still inside, tracing circles against my chest lazily with her left hand.

My breathing is a little ragged as is hers but I feel relaxed too. I kiss the top of her head. She looks up at me for a moment and I try to read her expression.

“You okay?” I ask her.

She slides off me which is slightly uncomfortable I didn't finish this time. Now she looks concerned and reaches down and takes my penis in her hand and slides that hand up and down the shaft which makes me moan once more, and I feel myself gripping the bed sheets tightly for a moment before I reach for her head and guide her towards me so I can kiss her again, reaching for her tongue with my own.

She releases her hold on my penis that way and instead guides it back inside her rolling us around once more so that she's on her back again, wraps her legs around my back and pulls me down, not that I need much encouragement to begin again. She knots her hands into my hair once more as I thrust, finding the rhythm again.

I lean down and kiss her neck. She wraps her arms around my back digging her fingers into my shoulder blades for a moment and then sucking and nibbling on my neck. She grips tightly around my lower body with her legs, hands digging into my back again.

I push harder bracing one hand against the wall behind us. Faster and faster because I can feel it building again and she pushes up against me harder and harder her moans coming in little clusters and gasps and then the release once more: lightness and shuddering, my body giving way I manage to flop sideways onto the bed and not on top of her before my limbs are completely jelly.

I reach for Julia to hold her close. If this is the only time this happens...though sleep is creeping at me, there are things that need to be said—but for now I just want to be here with her in my arms and she's allowing that so sleep can take me. 

$$$$

Something is moving across my body and then I can hear Julia climbing out of bed, sneaking away. Too good to be true then—or she thinks I was just using her and that I have no feelings—that it was a means to an end? There were times it felt...and I mean...my head is all jumbled. I'm sure hers is too. This is all screwed up now.

“Where are you going?” I ask her.

“To leave you some dignity?” she says. She's looking away, at the far wall, “I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you.”

Is that...that means...

“I'm pretty sure I was the one taking advantage of you,” I point out, considering, but I can't help but feel happier at her words because it's beginning to feel like she might actually feel something. I move around in the bed, “Julia...” I want to ask her, but she cuts me off.

“I won't take what wasn't given. You needed help, and I was glad to give it, but I know what happened between us was because of a Trouble and I won't...hold it against you if you want to pretend it didn't happen,” she's still talking to the wall and not me.

That hope rises up again. That she can't look at me because she's afraid too. Afraid that I don't feel the same way about her that she does about me.

“Do you want to pretend it didn't happen? Because I know you won't tell anyone, but if you only did it because...”

“No.”

I feel like I'm breathing for the first time in weeks, “I thought you weren't into me. That you'd grown out of your fascination and saw me as a brother figure.”

She snorts, “I've been into you since you were seventeen, Duke,” she turns around, and there's a lop-sided smile on her face when she does, “I thought you weren't into me.”

I spread my arms to her, “Then let me lay that misconception to rest,” once and for all, “because there was a lot of into you that just happened, and the only way the Trouble influenced that was it actually gave me more stamina. I'm pretty sure Mr. Porn Husband doesn't exactly go the distance for his wife. So, we good?” She's laughing, “Because if I gotta freeze my nuts off to get you into bed with me again, I'll do it,” though that...actually sounds really impractical, “but I make no promises as to how well I'd be able to perform after that.”

She laughs again. It sounds so wonderful, “We're good. Just ask next time. Hypothermia is not one of my turn-ons.” 

“That is an in-depth discussion I am dearly looking forward to having with you,” I tell her, throwing her those shiny blue panties, “but right now...I need to call Audrey and make sure Mrs. Porn Wife got taken care of and see if Nathan got anywhere or if he was just humping her leg the whole time, and come up with a witty answer for the inevitable question of if I was affected and what I've been doing for the last few hours.” It's probably pretty obvious by now that the job thing was utter bullshit.

“Hit your head in the shower,” she suggests, unfortunately starting to put her clothes back on, “I found you unconscious and chilled and dragged you to be to warm you back up.”

I find a pair of my pants and her shirt and go back towards her, “Oh, you warmed me up, all right,” as she takes her shirt kiss her knotting my hands in her hair so I can press our foreheads together, “Julia, you really okay with this? I know I should have stopped to ask after the first time, but I was afraid of what the answer would be.”

She takes my head in her hands and looks me in the eyes, “If I weren't okay with it I would have give you two shots of NyQuil and let you sleep it off.”

I have to laugh, because this whole time. This whole damn time we've been circling around each other on egg shells, and we could have been...I wonder what Mrs. Porn Wife would think if I tracked her down to give her my thanks for being so frigid, “Point taken. So, dinner tonight? Officially, to celebrate you keeping me from drowning in my own shower and negotiate a hazard pay clause?”

“And privately?” she grins at me.

I run a finger down her cheek, “To discuss what else we haven't been saying to each other.”

She kisses my finger, “You're the boss, Boss.”

“You are a wicked woman,” I tell her when I can get it out through my laughter.

“Just your type, then?”

I whip my pants towards her the way the guys would attack each other with towels in the locker room, “Go, let me get dressed before I forget how long it’s been since I’ve eaten. Wench.”

She grabs up her bra and  runs out of the room laughing without actually having put the rest of her clothes on. I flop back on to the bed for a moment wondering again if I might actually wake up and find myself still trapped naked, frustrated and erect in the frigid shower. When after a few more moments I don't find myself shivering and damp I sit back up and pull on my pants and go out into the state room. Julia is in the galley before I go searching for my phone I have to pause a moment to take her in standing there. I wonder if she feels me watching her because she turns around and gives me a smile.

“Everything alright?"

I cross the room and wrap my arms around her from behind, nuzzling into her neck, “Brilliant,” I tell her, “Just brilliant.”