Chapter 2
The room's temperature cooled down a bit with the new lighting arrangements but Isaac still managed to feel a dab of sweat on the nape of his neck. He was confused as well as alarmed. With his vision compromised, all his other senses heightened. He inhaled obnoxiously, gathering Erica's approaching scent. Goosebumps formed on his arms just by hearing her black leather boots lightly click against the floor. Then it was silent. No more clattering heels. And he knew that she was standing right in front of him.
Both of their eyes began to adjust to darkness just enough to make out their basic silhouettes. Erica wasted no time. She wanted this. She wanted Isaac. She put her hands out on his abdomen; partly to let him know she was that close to him but mainly so she could feel his abs and hopefully stir some excitement within him. She heard his rate hate increase drastically and took that as her green light, clenching onto Isaac's gray v-neck as she attacked his sweet, minty lips.
Isaac could practically taste the seduction on Erica's tongue. He made no move to stop her, push her away, or even ask why. It was all too fast and truthfully, he was enjoying it despite his better judgment telling him this was wrong and very much the exact thing Derek prohibited. It took him a minute to even realize that he was equally participating in this taboo make out session as one of his hands rummaged through her gold locks while the other scrambled underneath Erica's shirt and found nirvana by squeezing her bulging tits. Even Erica was taken aback by Isaac's sudden aggression and intensity. But she wasn't shocked for long, in fact, Isaac's harsh movements just aroused her more so.
Erica practically ripped off Isaac's jacket and more literally scratched off his tshirt with unintentionally released claws. "Whoopsie," she gasped in his ear, her tongue skimming the soft part of the lobe. Her breathy, sexy, voice lurched Isaac onto an even higher level of pleasure causing him to copy her actions and removed her top and bra, but with more ease. He squinted his eyes to try and better focus on her full chest but grew impatient with trying to see through the blackness and eagerly resumed examining her mouth with his tongue. As they kissed, he felt Erica start to lower herself to the floor, carrying him down with her. They slowly crouched down, their lips not once drifting apart, until they finally reached the ground.
The cold concrete startled the two Betas and sent chills down their naked backs. Erica placed her hands on the ground so that she's in a crawl position, forcing Isaac underneath her, leaning on his elbows. She shifted herself onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around her, tightening his grip to feel every inch of her against him. Erica smiled against his lips at the poke of Isaac's full-blown erection against her lower stomach. He reached for her hand and guided it to his penis and he used his other hand to explore the inside of her underwear. She let out a tiny squeak of a moan at his unexpected skill of stimulating her clit. His movements only encouraged her to tighten her hold around his unbelievable dick, which in return evoked a deep groan from Isaac.
His sound effects drove Erica wild and suddenly his talented fingers weren't enough for her. She jumped to her feet, kicked off her boots and slipped out of her jeans and underwear. Losing a minute to trying to get a clear picture of Erica's body, Isaac soon does the same and the two stand naked, panting like the wolves they are.
They resume to a similar position they were in before; Isaac on the ground and Erica sitting on top of him. However, this time, as Erica lowers herself on top of him, she receives a rather large gift that eases inside of her painfully slow.
"Shit!" She yells, squeezing Isaac's arms. He bites his lip from divine ecstasy.
For a while, they remain perfectly still just like that, taking in each other's presence. Isaac is first to start the motion and he proceeds with caution. He gradually hoists his pelvis up off the floor and further inside Erica. Her face tightens from gratification and although Isaac can't really see it, he knows she loves this just as much as him. He concentrates as her lowers his hips again, preparing for his next thrust. He repeats the same up/down motion, increasing the speed each time until he is all out stabbing her with pangs of heaven. All the while, Erica has positioned her weight forward; creating a fantastic pressure and resistance that meets Isaac's drives. It doesn't take long for the two to come, in unison, which was a nice touch thought Isaac. He hollers and moans in sync with Erica's spasms and groans. She collapses onto his chest, which is warm and moving quite violently. They lie there for a minute, catching their breath until Erica rolls off him to be beside him.
"Oh fuck," Isaac says.
"I know," responds Erica, pleased with their excursion.
"What? No," he says sounding almost agitated, "Derek texted me."
