Sebbie gasped in shock, but his hips thrust into me, letting me know how much he liked the idea.
“I bet your dick is the perfect length to hit my prostate. I’ll feel so good with your cute cock pounding into me.”
Sebbie moaned, then he mumbled, “I want to suck you, too. And I want you to fuck me.”
“That can all be arranged,” I answered. “Anything you want, love.”
We stood there in the warm spray for a moment, just holding each other. Eventually, we’d clean each other and tumble into bed together, and whether that was for more fun or to sleep didn’t matter to me.
I was content just to be here, holding Sebbie in my arms.
Chapter 20
Sebbie
It’s weird,the things that get us off.
I thought about that as I lay in bed, wrapped up in Corbin’s arms. Neither of us were sleeping yet, but we were both on our way there.
I’d never had an ex or anyone I’d been with make fun of my size, but I’d had a guy or two comment on how “cute” my dick was. Even if I was just hooking up, I seemed to luck out and choose pretty nice guys, so they’d never meant it meanly. Sometimes I knew a guy was thinking about it, but they were afraid to say anything because they didn’t want to hurt my feelings or something. It was often this unspoken elephant in the room. Or maybe I just felt like it was the elephant in the room? I wasn’t really sure.
The fact that Corbin talked about it and actually seemed tolovethe size of my dick was… Well, it definitely got me off. I didn’t know I’d find it so hot. Corbin was bigger than me in every way—taller, bulkier, and he had a bigger dick (which I was really looking forward to sucking, by the way).
I loved getting fucked. I’d always been on the receiving end when anal sex was involved, as I’d told Corbin. Guys just kind of assumed, and I didn’t mind, since I enjoyed it. But the ideaof fucking Corbin? That was hot. Like, really hot. I didn’t know if I’d actually have the guts to do it, but it was definitely a sexy thought.
Corbin was, like, basically perfect. I was so fucking lucky. I wasn’t sure how I’d happened to have the luck of getting him into my life, but I wasnotletting him go, that was for sure. He was stuck with me; he just didn’t know it yet.
I smiled and gave a contented sigh, and Corbin hugged me a little closer. I closed my eyes, letting sleep claim me as I thought about how I could get him to stay over every night.
I was dreaming of the river again.
Only, that wasn’t quite right. I wasn’t in my boat; I was on the dock again, and I was staring out across the river. I knew without having to turn around that there were people behind me. Not a lot, but a few. And I knew I didn’t want to see all of them.
“Corbin?” I asked, and suddenly a hand slipped into mine.
I looked over, and Corbin was standing next to me, looking at me. I heard a caw from behind me, and I knew that Crow was here, too. I didn’t really want to look behind me, and I felt like I should worry about that. Having your back to something you didn’t like wasalwaysa bad idea. I’d seen horror movies. There were probably zombies back there or something.
Crow cawed reassuringly, and it was almost like she was saying, “It’s okay. I’ve got your back.”
Corbin squeezed my hand.
“What is this place?” I asked him.
Which was, duh, kinda stupid. It wasmydream, and if anyone knew what it was, it ought to be me.
Corbin answered, though, looking back across the water. “I’m guessing Acheron or Styx. As for the land behind us? I’m not sure. Maybe a pocket dimension? Or maybe a part of the underworld? I’m not sure if it’s your creation or if it’s always been here.”
Well, that was about as clear as mud. I sighed in frustration, and Corbin pulled me into his arms, his front against my back so that we were both looking out over the river. My boat was docked, just waiting for people. I still didn’t turn around, though. I basked in the warmth of Corbin. He wasalwaysso freaking warm. I hadn’t even realized how chilly it was by the river until he came along.
“I suppose we have to face them sometime,” I finally commented.
Corbin shrugged behind me. “This is your place. You decide.”
“I don’t like change,” I murmured.
“Yeah, but some change is good. I came into your life, and that was, hopefully, a good change,” he answered.
I snorted. “Of course it was a good change. The best kind of change ever. I’m keeping you now, too, because I decided that.”
