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Embracing Ellie: Chapter 24
🕑 Added 2025-10-15 21:12:21 +0000 UTC“Look how beautiful you are,” Hemi said, laying back on the bed with his hands behind his head.
She laughed and patted his hip bones, making his genitals jostle. “You should see my view.”
“I can tell you, I like my view way better. You’re beautiful, Elena. Spunky, daring, and just so adorable. You’ve got those dimples and those hazel eyes.”
She smoothed her hands around his pelvis, thumbing his hip bones, stroking his thighs, running her nails up his stomach. “You don’t have to sweet-talk me,” she said. “You already tricked me into bed.”
“Hardly a trick, is it, when you’re the one calling the shots? Is this where I find out what you showed Danny in the hammock?”
She snuffled laughter and hid her face away against her arm. “Yeah, I guess this is where I show you.”
“I can’t wait to see it,” he said.
She sat back on her heels between Hemi’s open thighs, her eyes wandering down to his massive implement, as wide as her hand, pointing up to his sternum. Two heavy-looking balls hung low in a sack that dangled almost to the bed. “I think my view would get Danny here pretty fast.”
He nodded and chuckled. “Pedal to the metal? Yeah?” He flexed his stomach and hip muscles, and his erection bounced up and down.
“Oh, my God,” she said. “I’ll send him a video of you doing that. He’ll come crashing through the wall.”
“I don’t know if he would,” Hemi said. “It looks like he’s getting what he wanted. I dare say we all are.”
She slunk over top of him, cat-like, getting near his face. “I want to get your phone.”
Hemi side-eyed her, darting his head back. “You serious?”
“Can I get it?”
“We did say we were going to keep him on hold for a little while. Let his imagination go crazy.
“I don’t think he’d ever believe what we did.”
“Yeah,” he said. “Okay, but let me go.” He sat up, but she pushed him back down.
“I’m not going to read your texts.”
“You can’t get in it anyway.”
“You just lay here and try and think what I did with Danny in the hammock.”
“Go on then,” he said, smirking, watching her as she backed off the bed, far less self-conscious than she was half an hour ago. The way Hemi had lavished sexual effort on her helpless body had gone a long way to easing her anxiousness and reassuring her of her desirability. But she still backed out of the bedroom, somehow embarrassed to show her bare ass, even though she had let him take a picture of it in the hot tub earlier. Her last glance at Hemi before she stepped out was of this gorgeous man of her fantasies, narrow hips, wide-shouldered and heavily muscled, with his enormous erection, hard and throbbing just for her.
She went lightheaded again in the kitchen, tiptoeing through it, naked, looking out the windows at the orange light.
What if Danny walked through the door right now and caught you with nothing on? You’d have to come up with something to say pretty fast.
She retrieved Hemi’s phone from the counter, went to the sliding glass door and peered outside to make sure the coast was clear. When it was confirmed, she darted outside and picked up their empty bottle of bubbly.
She returned to the bedroom and scooted into the bed next to Hemi.
“I thought we drank all that,” he said.
“We did,” she said, passing him his phone.
“You didn’t put a bottle up Danny’s bum, did you?”
She broke into laughter and fell against his muscular arm, kissing it and snuggling up close to his side. She held the bottle away from them because it was cold, and she wouldn’t like it if it touched her skin.
Hemi asked, “So what have you got it for?”
“I want to take a picture for Danny.”
“Us in bed like a couple of drunks?”
“No,” she said. “I want to put the bottle in a picture for scale. . . . It’s a long story.”
“I think I want to hear the story.”
“Would you take the picture?”
“Of course I will,” he said. He opened his phone and kept the screen away from her.
She said, “A friend of mine showed me a . . . naughty picture—tricked me into seeing it, really. Asked me if I liked a certain kind of wine, and when she showed me the picture, it was a man holding his thing next to a bottle of wine, and I didn’t notice at first.”
Hemi screwed his face up as if the story were incomprehensible. “Do you work at the docks? Construction or something?”
She laughed. “No.”
He shook his head. “You ready?”
“You take it from here.”
Hemi held up the camera and aimed it down his body.
“Don’t get my face in it or anything.” She put one hand down his body, sliding it underneath his manhood, then holding it at the base and aiming it straight up to the ceiling.
“Oh my God,” she laughed. “Your penis is so huge.”
“Eh, she’s photogenic,” Hemi said.
“The bottle’s gonna be cold,” she said.
“Go on then.”
She looked at Hemi’s penis held in her small hand, with her wedding ring winking in the sunlight. She held just the top half, and it was wide as the length of her thumb and stood upright like a thick tower. “I told Danny about the picture my co-worker showed me and told him it couldn’t be real, and he told me it could.” She eased the bottle into place, planting the flat, circular bottom in the space between his cock and leg. She swore Hemi’s penis was bigger than that monster Gretchen had shown her as a joke. It was breathtaking, because that photo had done something pretty dark to her insides and made her think some weird things for a while. The photo, though she would be reluctant to admit it before today, aroused her, had made her horny as hell. And here she was with the real thing.
“God,” she said, “your dick is just so sexy. Danny said the one in the photo could be real, but I didn’t believe it.” Hemi wasn’t as big as a wine bottle, but neither had the one in the photo been. Hemi’s dick was as long as the bottle’s body without the neck. And it was so thick.
She whispered, “Take it. Take a photo.”
Hemi took a few. She pushed the bottle away, nudged it into the bedding away from where they might touch cold glass, and then held his organ in two hands and began to stroke him up and down, watching the way the skin glided over the swollen knob end that shone in the golden light. It really was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. So much bigger than Danny.
“You want me to send it?” Hemi said.
She let Hemi’s erection go and sat up. “No. No, that’s too much. I don’t think I should.” She took the phone from Hemi and held it to her chest, and he stroked her thigh. She tossed the phone up to the pillows, then got in place again between Hemi’s open legs. She ran her fingers under his scrotum and hefted it, felt the weight of his male seed, two big balls filling her clutch. She let them go and stroked them, ran her hand up the wide belly of his long cock all the way to the end, swirled her hand around the glistening tip and got him slick enough she could stroke him and roll her hand around on the parts that Danny said felt good on him. She’d only ever been with Danny, and Danny was everything. But Hemi was something else.
She said, “The way Danny’s teasing me, you know, saying to you about what I showed him in the hammock…?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s for a reason.”
“What’s the reason?”
She felt her cheeks blush. The story was cute, but it came with a certain admission of inexperience. It had to be obvious by now, anyway, though, hadn’t it? “He’s teasing me because of how he and I started playing around the other day. You see…”
When she paused too long, Hemi said, “Go on, yeah.”
She sighed and hid her face for a second before looking at Hemi again. “It’s so embarrassing. I mean, you’ll think it’s funny, probably… But I’m still embarrassed.”
“What were you and Danny up to?” He chuckled, his erect cock wagging with the movement.
“I just, uh,”—she chuckled, too—“I just don’t think I know what I’m doing.”
Hemi looked at her blankly for a second, figuring out her meaning. “When it comes to what?”
“I was telling him how you would expect more than I can give, you know, when it comes to…” She pointed her chin at the ultra-wide ramrod of hard flesh levitating before her.
Hemi said, “I can tell you what I like if it makes you more comfortable.”
She scrunched her nose up, a strange urge tickling the back of her neck. “What if I don’t want to be comfortable?”
“How ya mean?”
“What if you just demand it. Tell me to do it. Tell me, and I’ll do it.”
Hemi stared at her for a moment, eyes half-lidded. “I’d like that.”
She groaned. “I don’t want you to like it. I just want you to tell me to do it, and it’s like you don’t care if it’d be nice if you said to me you’d like it.”
He said, “Like you don’t matter.”
She groaned and looked away a second. “We don’t need to analyze it.” Now she shrugged a shoulder.
Hemi didn’t say anything now and his smile shrank. His hand stroked her cheek and her heart stopped a moment at his touch. His hands were large and strong. Then his hand cupped her cheek, sliding to fit her ear into the “V” of his thumb and forefinger, fingers tangling in her hair. He pulled her mouth closer to his cock.
Her breath came quicker and she bit her lips in hot anticipation. Then she stopped him. “Wait.”
“You all right?”
“Yeah,” she whispered. “Danny knows I’m doing this, right?”
He caressed her cheekbone with the pad of his thumb. “What do you want to hear?”
“No, I mean, before I start—Danny’s really talking to you, isn’t he?
“What do I care?” His tone had changed to rough and uncaring. It chilled her.
Hemi was playing the character she’d asked for. Her stomach tightened at the unreal thrill of true indiscretion. Oh, no—infidelity! New lust swirled through her, racing her heart and tightening her nipples. Danny had made it so she couldn’t confirm. Or could confirm as much as she needed. And she didn’t want confirmation. Confirmation might reduce the fire’s heat. Danny had arranged the most complex and rewarding experience he could for such an outrageous proposition. It was all under her own power. She could take from the experience whatever she wanted; from nothing to everything. It was all delivered via Danny.
She could stand up and demand Hemi give her the phone and she would talk to Danny. If Danny was there at all. But she didn’t want to do that.
The craziest thing appeared before her: the stark realization that right now more than anything, she wanted to suck Hemi’s cock. She wanted to feel the smooth and large head in her mouth. God, she wanted to make Hemi ejaculate.
“Whatever it is you want me to do, tell me to do it.”
“Kiss it,” he said. “I want you to plant those beautiful lips on my cock. Start at my balls and kiss your way to the tip.”
Comments
Jay Muney
OMFG…I love this…can’t wait for her to swallow his load on camera!
47
With these extended breaks between chapters, I keep having to go back and reread the previous chapters to get caught up. Will this story drift into December? How many chapters do you think are left?
JamesIsAsleep
Just to be precise, the way the interaction played out with getting Hemi's phone to take pictures was a delicious mixed bag of "was Hemi honest about Danny knowing about what they're doing?" On the one hand he seemed to be a little defensive about her grabbing his phone. On the other he didn't fight her too much on it. He may have been placated by her privacy insistence or the fact that he has a security lock on it. Love this.
Rocambole50
Welcome back. We missed you.
Bill H.
🔥
JamesIsAsleep
The mind games in this story are off the charts! I was really not even thinking about an angle questioning whether or not Danny knows truly what's happening right now. Now I kind of love that I don't know for sure as this now act of roleplay (or not?) starts to take shape. I really appreciate the novel writing KT can come up with in her stories.
