Chapter 66: Calling Names

Cameron’s P.O.V

We kissed a few more times and my hand made its way from his chest down to his abs and eventually below his waist. Elyse breathed heavier and heavier until I came to rest on his cock, already hard and pulsating. I massaged it gently, gradually pressing against it harder. I felt the warmth of his breath get heavier against my neck, tingling my entire body. My cock was hard as a rock at this point, too.

“Grab it,” Elyse said.

"Yeah?"

He nodded. I reached forward took his cock in my hand, circling it with my palm. I gently started to massage his length. His body contracted, and he buried his face in my chest. The warmth of his breath only grew warmer; it invigorated my body while I worked on pleasing him the best I could.

“I’m so fucking horny for you right now,” Elyse said.

“Me too…I mean…for you,” I said. “I mean, I have been for a while.”

I was still massaging his cock, and he was beginning to wiggle in the bed, groaning softly.

“Do it harder,” he said. “Go faster!”

As quietly as I could, I began stroking Elyse’s cock with more of a rhythm. I could make out his teeth in the dark, biting his lip.

“Keep doing that,” Elyse said. “Fuuuuck,” he gasped shortly after. “Cam, keep doing that, I’m gonna blow.”

I kissed him again, but I didn’t take my hand off his cock. I wanted to make him cum. The thought of making him cum right here in the bed was almost enough to get me to cum myself and I wasn’t even touching my own dick yet, although I was getting there. I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist for much longer.

His eyes widened; I knew it was happening. It was an unspoken signal. Suddenly, I felt all of the tension in his body release. His cock grew thicker and pulsed, and finally, his warm load came out all over my hand. I relished the feeling and even licked my finger when he was done.

“Can I suck your dick?” I asked him bluntly.

“Absolutely,” he said.

Within a few seconds, he as on his back on the bed and his cock in my hand and then I slowly sucked it inside my mouth. He fell back against the wall as I took it as deep down my throat as it would go.

“Holy shit…damn…Cameron,” he let out a gasp. I kept going.

I sucked his dick up and down, making it harder than it was before. He put his hands on the back of my head and pushed it down when he wanted, taking control like an alpha, but relenting at times, too. His cock tasted perfect, the best I’d ever had in my mouth. But maybe not as good as Edmund…

“I want you inside me,” I told him. I looked up at him, still on my knees on top of him. “Please…”

“Cam…”

“I want you to fuck me,” I said bluntly again. At this point, I wasn’t holding anything back. “Fuck me hard, Elyse. Let me feel your thick cock inside me.”

“Okay,” he said, without even blinking.

With that, Elyse pulled me up by the shoulders, kissed me passionately, and pushed me down against the bed.

He put my legs in the air, placing them over his shoulders and started using his fingers in my channel. I took a deep breath in, trying to relax the best I could as I felt him use the lube, the cool substance making me shiver.

And then I felt his cock enter my channel, bit by slow bit, drawing a moan from me.

It wasn’t long at all before his cock buried inside me, and he leaned over me, kissing me passionately, stretching my body to the limits. But hell, I loved it. This was the best he had ever been and I was glad to experiment with positions.

“Fuck me,” I moaned as he continued to thrust slowing in and out of me. “Fuck me harder, Elyse!”

Elyse stilled for a moment, before he really started to fuck me hard. He slammed into me, his hips smacking against my ass. His body was beautiful as he took charge. I covered it with my hands, unable to get enough. I moaned as he drilled me.

Each time his cock pressed deep inside my hole an uncontrollable wave of pleasure ran through every inch of my body, out to my toes and fingertips and back to the center just in time for it to happen again.

“You feel so fucking good inside me,” I said.

He fucked me thoroughly for a few more minutes. Our bodies collided in pleasure on the bed as it creaked under the force of our activities. I was in ecstasy. As my back arched and my toes curled, I was beginning to wonder how much more I could handle myself. This was more than I had expected from Elyse and I was loving it.

“I think I’m gonna cum soon,” Elyse warned. Beads of sweat were forming on his chest, some of them dripping onto my body. The sight only added to the pleasure that permeated my being.

“Do it,” I said. In that moment, I started stroking my cock, too. I knew my release would be almost immediate once he went ahead and I needed this. I needed him to cum inside me to make this whole plan work. I needed his seed inside me, even if he didn’t knot. Just his seed would be enough.

He pounded inside me harder and faster, each thrust more intense than the last. My eyes rolled back into my head from the pleasure of it, and I knew I was so close to a release.

“I want your load inside me,” I told him when I knew he was ready. On cue, he yelled out, and I felt his warm load fill my hole.

I could feel the aftershocks of the passion pulsing through my veins as I lie there, half-awake in the tangled sheets. My body is still humming with raw energy—a mix of desire, anger, and a bitter longing that I can’t quite place. The room is dim and heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, and every sound feels amplified in this charged silence.

Elyse, still trembling from our fevered encounter, rides me hard, and in the midst of our entwined limbs and desperate gasps, I hear him cry out—a name that cuts through the haze. “Kyle!” he shouts, his voice raw and trembling as his body convulses in release. For a split second, anger flares in me—a mix of betrayal, jealousy, and a fierce need to reclaim my own pride. Kyle. That name is like a knife twisting in my gut, reminding me of all that I’ve lost and all that still stings.

At first, a surge of fury almost makes me pull him off, to stop the act and scream my discontent. I want to shout that I’m done being played, done being used as a pawn in some twisted game of lust and deception. But as the heat of our passion floods every fiber of my being, a strange, counterintuitive clarity emerges.

In that searing moment, I realize that if Elyse is calling out Kyle to ease his guilt or to relieve his overwhelming need, then maybe just maybe I can do something to make this right, to balance the scales.

My own arousal, already at its peak, intensifies as I feel the familiar, brutal rhythm of Elyse’s thrusts. The sting of his cry lingers in the air, and without even thinking, I let my own voice join the chaotic symphony of our bodies. “Edmund!” I growl, the name slipping out raw and unfiltered as I try to drown out the echoes of Kyle in my mind. The word, spoken at that moment, feels like a declaration—a claim that in this tangled moment, I am not one to be trifled with.