Cuba
Bliss arches a perfect eyebrow, waiting for me to explain. I wonder who texted her because, right now, I’m pissed. I wanted to talk to her before word got around, but clearly, my relationship status is front page.
“So, last night I was a little mad and I may or may not have said you were my girlfriend,” I try to explain.
“Either you did, or you didn’t, Cuba,” she says calmly, and I wonder if I should be scared for my life.
Flopping down on the couch next her I sigh. “Babe.”
“Cuba.”
“Arrow.”
“Bow.”
My lips tug to a smile, but it fades as I turn to look at her, stormy eyes already focused on me. “I miss you,” I admit. “I thought about what you said, and you being my Lola didn’t start to seem so bad. I was going to come to you, then I saw you at the party and all I could do was stare at you.” I take a breath. “I went to get a drink, to get my shit together before going to look for you and that’s when I saw that fucker drugging a drink. We confronted him, and next thing I know your friend is swinging at him. I lost my shit when I realized it was you, he kept going on about you lying about having a boyfriend, and I didn’t think… I said I was your boyfriend right before I broke his nose.”
A tear slips from her eye and runs down her cheek, and she wipes it away before I have a chance. “Thank you for standing up for me,” she says softly. “You know everyone thinks we’re dating now.”
I just shrug. “So.” I don’t give a fuck.
Bliss’s eyes narrow in confusion. “They’re going to figure out it was a lie.”
“It doesn’t have to be.” I don’t hesitate or skip beat. I thought about this over and over, I know what I want and that’s her.
She blinks slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. “Are you saying what I think your saying?”
I nod. “Yeah, I’m saying what you think I’m saying.”
Bliss slumps down. “Huh.” She reaches for the bag of food and starts to take out the items, separating mine from hers.
She doesn’t say anything as she takes the lid off her soup and dips bread in taking a bite. She doesn’t say anything as she sips her green tea. Bliss doesn’t say anything. Not wanting to be a creep and keep staring at her, I unwrap my sandwich, picking up the remote I turn on the TV then Netflix.
I’m about to click resume on the last episode of The Tudors we watched when she starts laughing quietly.
“So, let me get this right.” She sets down her soup. “You ignore me for weeks after leaving some bullshit note on my bed. Then you have a come to Jesus moment and want to be with me. You also tell everyone we are dating while I’m drugged. You assume I’m going to just fall back in your arms and agree.” Her voice is dripping with sarcasm. “Is that right?”
Now it’s my turn to blink back. Holy shit.
“I didn’t ignore you.” It’s the first thing that came to mind.
Bliss looks dumbfounded. “Seriously?”
“Well, last time I checked, I didn’t have any texts or calls to ignore.”
“You are such an asshole.” She shakes her head. “Unbelievable.”
“What?” I throw my arms up. “Okay, maybe I did go about claiming you the-“ She arches an eyebrow at claimed. “Fine, at dubbing us a couple the wrong way. I’ve never had a girlfriend. Do you want me to write you a note and draw boxes to check yes or no?”
“You seem to be good at writing notes,” she counters.
Running my hands over my head frustrated. “Holy shit, Bliss, do you want to be with me or not because I’m lost.”
She looks at me like I have lost my mind, and I’m starting to think I have.
“Of course, I want to be with you.” She shakes her head and motions to the TV. “Push play and give me part of your sandwich.”
I just stare at her and she winks at me. “Welcome to your new life, hold on tight.”
The sound of my phone vibrating jolts me awake. Blinking, my eyes start to adjust to the darkness, the only light is cast from the Netflix preview screen. Rubbing my head, I look down to see Bliss asleep, her head on my lap. I don’t even remember falling asleep. After we ate, we watched a few movies that didn’t include English accents for once, because when we watch those we spend half the movie with her explaining what the fuck is going on. I mean, I can hear my girl talk for hours, but it would be nice for both of us for her not to talk during a movie.
The screen of my phone lights up again, vibrating against the glass table. Without moving too much and waking her up, I grab my phone and frown.
Mrs. E
She’s been calling for months now, and I still haven’t picked up or called back. I’m sure my mom has told her I’m back on the team. I know I need to face his parents, just not at nine at night.
The phone vibrates in my hand and my thumb hoovers over the decline icon.
“Are you going to answer that or not?” Bliss mummers with her eyes closed.
Swiping my thumb over the decline icon, I toss my phone back on the table. Throwing my head back against the couch, I sigh. I need to just get it over with, I can’t avoid this forever.
“Are you okay?”
Bliss is looking up at me. “Who called?”
I shake my head. “No one, babe.”
She lifts an eyebrow. “Really, no one?”
“Yeah, it was no one.” I motion for her to get up, so I can move.
She gives me a look before sitting up and swinging her legs over the couch. “Well, you look pretty torn for it to be nobody.” She stretches.
I don’t answer her and start to clean up the containers on the table, taking them to the trash can in the kitchen. I know she’s behind me, I can feel her. Her arm slips around my waist and I turn toward her. Her blonde hair mussed from sleep and she has an imprint from my pants on her cheek from her sleeping on my lap. She frowns up at me when she feels me tense.
“Want to talk about it?” Bliss asks softly. I shake my head.
“Want to take me home?” she asks.
Shaking my, I head I say, “No, babe. Are you ready to go home?”
I don’t want her to leave but I don’t want to talk about it either. I do know it will bother her if I don’t give her anything, and I’m supposed to be trying to make this work, to be what she needs.
She shakes her head. “No, want to go upstairs?” Her tongue runs over her top lip and my dick is already hardening.
“Hell yeah, I do.” It’s been weeks since I’ve been with her and she’s all I’ve been beating off to.
We don’t waste any time the moment we pass the door to my bedroom, I’m kicking it closed. My lips are on hers and I never want to tear them off, but Bliss doesn’t seem to care as she pulls away to tug my shirt over my head, her small hands run over my bare skin to the waistband of my pants.
“In a hurry, Arrow?” I pull her hands away. “Strip.”
Bliss pouts but does what I say, slowly hooking her thumbs into her waistband and shimmying her pajama bottoms down her legs. I can’t help but bite my lips when I see she wasn’t wearing any panties this whole time. Good thing I didn't know because I would have been finger fucking her little pussy on the couch, actually, I would have pushed her panties to the side anyway, but I wanted her to come to me.
Next is her tiny tank top that kept rising with her every move, and I know the moment it's off I won't be able to keep my hands to myself.
Gripping my hard dick through my pants, I give it a rough tug as I take in her naked body, all mine. Every curve is mine, every inch of her creamy tanned skin is mine, every beauty mark and freckle, I own it. Bliss McQueen is mine.
Her lips curve into a smile as she climbs onto my bed on all fours, giving me the perfect view of her ass and pretty pink pussy lips. She's such a damn tease but I love that shit.
“Are you just going to stare at it or are you going to come get it?” She looks over her shoulder at me.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” I say, sliding my hand down her back, following the curve of her ass and slipping two fingers into her wetness. Moaning, she pushes down on them. “Tell me.”
Slipping in and out of her, I watch her breathing hitch with every movement and my dick hardens even more. If I take her now I know I won’t last.
“I want your mouth,” she barely moans out.
A smile tugs at my lips. “I’ve created a monster.” Pulling my fingers away, I sink to my knees. “Face down, baby.”
She does as she’s told, lowering her face to the mattress, her ass rising with the arch of her back. She shifts to widen her legs for me, giving me perfect access. My tongue slides between her lips, getting my first taste of her sweet juices. I can drink her in all night, but right now, I need to get her ready for me. Circling around her clit, Bliss squirms but I hold onto her thighs, I don’t give a fuck that her ass is in my face. I suck and lick until she is bucking against my mouth, her moans driving us both crazy, I need to remind her what she was missing. Only I can make her like this, only I get to have her release drench my face.
“Cuba!” she screams my name before she starts to shake uncontrollably, trying to push away but I don’t let her as I suck up everything she’s giving.
I let her go and she scrambles to turn to face me, her face bright red, eyes glowing. Bliss throws herself at me, knocking me to the floor on my back. Her lips are on mine, her warm tongue slipping through my lips.
“I love the taste of me on you,” she moans against my lips, straddling me. My hands slip to her waist then her ass, gripping both cheeks.
“Yeah?” I nip her bottom lip. “I love the taste of you too.”
Bliss pushes up on my chest and grinds her bare pussy against my rock hard covered cock. “Did you miss me?” she asks innocently, like she’s teasing me, my fingers dig into her soft skin.
“Fuck baby, hell yeah I missed you.” I don’t even care, I need to be in her. “Be a good girl, Arrow and take it out.”
She smiles slyly and rolls her pretty eyes but moves enough to hook her little fingers under my waistband and tugs my joggers down, as I lift my hips, my briefs go with them. I manage to kick them the rest of the way off, my hard length springs up and hits against her stomach.
Bliss grips me with her tiny hand. “Why does it look bigger?”
“Stroke my dick, not my ego, Arrow.” I bite my bottom lip.
She slides her hands up my chest, lifting and sliding down on me slowly taking me into her, I stifle a moan as her warm silk walls tighten around me. “How about I stroke both.”
She’s teasing me with her slow movements up and down my throbbing cock. Gripping her waist, I flip us over, now she’s on her back and it’s me now slowly sliding in and out of her.
“Baby, oh.” Her head drops back with a moan.
“You play too much, Arrow.” I pound back into her. “I don’t like games when it involves me in you.”
She cries out as I smack her thigh, slamming into her wetness over and over. “Please…baby,” Bliss gasps. “Make me come.”
My thumb sweeps over her clit. “Like that baby?”
She manages a small nod. “Yes.”
Sweeping my thumb across her clit again, circling around as I stroke in and out, feeling my own release rising. I know I won’t last with her moaning my name, just that alone makes me want to come but I keep stroking. I keep driving her wild with my thumb.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” Bliss groans, her hips thrusting against me, pulling me deeper into her.
Leaning down, I nip her shoulder. “I don’t intend on it, baby.” Her legs hook around my waist, nails dig into my biceps. “Fuck, I’m about to come.”
I feel her walls tighten around me, sucking me in, milking me. Yeah, I’m not going to last. It’s been weeks since I’ve felt her and I’m barely hanging on. Bliss’s legs start to vibrate around me and I know she’s on the edge. I’m right there with her.
I feel myself letting go, right as she is shaking under me as I fill her with all of me. Fuck, I love the feeling of her having a part of me in her, she’s really mine. Falling next to her on the carpet, we catch our breath. Sweat cooling on my skin.
“I think I have a rug burn.” My knees are burning,
Bliss starts to laugh. “I’m pretty sure my back is red.” She turns to face me. “But it’s so worth it.”
I lick my lips. “Yeah?”
She lifts herself up on her elbow, looking down at me. “Oh yeah.” She smiles. “You don’t think it was worth it?”
“Fuck yeah, it’s worth it.”
Bliss rubs her arrow charm at the base of her throat. “You never told me what your thing with arrows are.” I nod toward her necklace.
She blinks and looks to her hand. “I don’t even notice when I rub it.”
“Usually when you’re nervous.” I shrug. I noticed that a while ago. Is she nervous now?
Bliss hums and stands. “We should take a shower.”
She’s avoiding having the whole arrow talk and that’s fine. I avoided a lot of things, now it’s my turn to wait. So, I let it go and get up, following her to my bathroom. When I see her bending over the tub, getting the water ready, my dick starts to harden again. I don’t think I’ll be able to get enough of her now that she’s my girl. This is definitely a benefit I’ll be taking advantage of.