Hard-Ass Vacation: Hard-Ass Series, #2

Dedication

This story is for anyone who’s been hurt and thinks they’re too damaged to love again.

Chapter One

Something was annoying me, nagging at my subconscious; an insistent beeping wiggling its way into my deep, delicious sleep. Then it hit me whose text tone that was, and I jerked awake, clutching at my cell phone and glancing over to Phillip’s side of the bed. Fortunately he was already up, and the sound of the shower reassured me I had time to delete the messages from my ex. Gregory was having second thoughts about our breakup. He wanted to talk. Sure, now that I’d started something with Phillip, Gregory decided we should try again. I guess there was nothing like a new relationship to bring old lovers sniffing around. It was like blood in the water.

As far as I was concerned, Gregory could go to hell. I’d rather put my energy into exploring what I’d begun with Phillip. He was worth the effort, whereas Gregory wasn’t. That bridge had been thoroughly burned and there was no going back. I yawned and stretched my stiff muscles, and then rolled over onto my side. My hard-ass boss had the nicest silk sheets I’d ever wrapped myself in. Phillip definitely knew how to enjoy the finer things in life.

The shower stopped, and I heard the sound of muffled steps as he crossed the carpet. The bed sank under Phillip’s weight and the feel of his warm lips on the back of my neck made me shiver with pleasure. I playfully pretended to be asleep, schooling my face into a relaxed state, guarding my breathing.

I’m not buying it. There was laughter in his voice.

Feigning surprise, I opened my eyes and swiveled my head to look at him. Who are you?

Very funny. A lazy smile played around his full lips. I’m glad you’re finally awake, sleepyhead. He climbed farther onto the bed and pulled me against him, skimming his hands over my body, and coaxing my arousal with his strong touch. His mouth was warm and caressing as it fluttered along my shoulder.

Oh, now I remember who you are. I’d been seeing my boss exclusively a little over a week. Our relationship was fresh, fragile, and intoxicating. There was nowhere I’d rather be than tucked in the curve of Phillip’s body, the hot stroke of his hand on my thigh.

He circled my waist with one of his strong arms, holding me against his chest. He was already hard, and I clasped my hands over his, relishing the softness of his skin, still damp from the shower.

I’ve wanted to touch you all morning. His breath warmed my ear.

Rolling onto my stomach, I sighed as Phillip pulled back the sheets and ran his hands along my buttocks. He dipped his warm caress between my thighs, his palm grazing my tight balls. I buried my face in the pillow and spread my legs, arching and rising up for him. Waking in the morning with him stroking me was one of my favorite parts of the day.

Breathing deep, I inhaled the clean smell of his musky cologne on the sheets and squirmed at the teasing of his fingers circling my entrance. I didn’t know how long he’d stay interested. It was hard to figure out what he saw in me to begin with. But for now, he couldn’t seem to get enough.

The click of the lube and the crinkle of the condom were music to my ears.

He stroked my opening with his slippery fingertips, petting and caressing my entrance until I moaned softly. He loved to tease me by dipping the tips of his fingers into my hole and then dancing away at the last second. I can’t wait to be inside you. His voice was husky.

I moaned again. Feels good.

Just wait until I’m sliding deep into your ass.

My dick hardened against the bed, and I wiggled my hips in frustration, trying to force his hand. Then, when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he slid his fingers into my depths, a long, slow, slick penetration. Two fingers breached the tight muscled threshold. My body yielded, and I groaned as he dipped deep inside. Tremors rippled through my muscles, molten pleasure melting me against him while he stretched and loosened my ass. He continued to probe, searching and getting me ready until I was biting my pillow to keep from begging.

He slipped his hand out abruptly. I’m impatient this morning, he said against my ear.

I shivered at the touch of his lips, a flush of heat rolling through my body at the feel of his mouth. I’m not complaining. I like it, I said.

Yeah?

You know I love it.

A small growl escaped him, and he cupped my balls again, stroking, kneading as hunger flared in my gut. He gripped my hips and lifted me higher, and then the tip of his cock poked my opening. He pushed my cheeks apart, and a thrill jolted through me. I held my breath past the burn of entry.

His thrust was harsh and hungry as he slid into my ass, and I gave a low whine. I craved his touch, every inch of him burying deep, chasing away the emptiness as he filled me. He shoved in, moving his hips side to side, until his thick length rubbed into my canal as far as possible, and I cried out. I always did when he entered me, soft and desperate. I felt him everywhere inside my body, shock waves quivering through my legs and hips and shattering into my chest. The deeper he went the more I needed him.

He pumped into my center, and I took all of him. I raised my ass to feel him fully, and I shook with the force of it, the need of it. His touch and pulsing hips took me to a place where I couldn’t make words anymore, just sounds. Being with him was more than just sex; this made me whole. When he touched me, wedging his cock tight and sweet, the pressure of him sparked a feverish hunger that refused to fade.

His long strokes lifted me and pushed me back onto the mattress. The friction of our skin burned hot as we moved against each other. Oh, God, Phillip, I hissed as my dick rubbed the sheets. Pleasure spiked through my aching loins, building and heightening. Oh, fuck.

Feels so good, he panted.

I clutched the sheets, arching my back. Fuck me. Oh, God, fuck me hard.

Phillip grunted as his body stiffened, his hands digging into my waist. With a growl and a powerful thrust, he came, the contractions rippling through him, into me. I ached with the heat of his rigid cock, an unyielding presence invading me and testing my limits. He rode me hard all the way through his orgasm, clutching my body tight, owning every inch of me.

The sounds he made when he came always pushed me to the edge. His husky moans and the titillating chafing against the bed made my cock so sensitive. An insistent tingling at the base of my dick reached its peak, and I couldn’t have stopped myself from coming if I’d wanted to. I shoved against the silk material below, warm pulses of cum spilling onto the sheets as I muffled my cries against the pillow. I was afraid of my words during sex with him. I got so lost in the hot, sliding sensations raking through my body that I might have said things I wasn’t ready to say. Things he wasn’t ready to hear. I didn’t want any sentimental shit escaping my lips by accident. So every time we fucked, I buried my face into my arm or pillow or whatever would silence my words.

He flexed his hips a few more times, sending the last shudders of pleasure through my insides, and then he collapsed on me, kissing my shoulder.

I can’t move, he mumbled.

Good. I don’t want you to.

He gave a soft chuckle and then pulled out with care. He tossed the condom in the trash. We wiped ourselves with tissues from the nightstand, and I burrowed back into the covers. He wrapped an arm about me and then snuggled his face against my back. He seemed to breathe me in, the warm whoosh of his breath causing shivers along my spine. I’d never been with anyone who liked to hold me this much. It was nice but alien.

I was going out of my mind waiting for you to get up, he said.

Wake me next time. It was worth losing beauty sleep over.

We lay in silence, our slow breaths falling into gentle sync. I didn’t want to get too used to staying at his place, but chunks of time like this together were nice. We both worked for Peterton Financial, a