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Lunchtime Lessons	By : xxfawnpwincessxx Category: A through F > The Darkest Powers (Trilogy) > The Darkest Powers (Trilogy) Views: 702 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Chloe Saunders, Derek Souza, or any other characters and their source material, the Darkest Powers, don't in any way, shape, or form belong to me. They all belong to Kelley Armstrong, which means I make no money off my erotica fanfics!

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One
- 2-Chapter Two
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“Are you just going to keep following me all day? Or do you have something to say to me, Chloe?”
Derek couldn’t keep the gruffness out of his words as he faced the little white blonde that had been following him in between classes. The hallways were deserted, quiet, so no one was there to gawk at the big, burly, creep harassing the sweet, innocent, undeserving girl, an accusation that he’d heard a million times before even though those conversations had been as simple as “Can you move?”
He crossed his arms, leaned against his locker, and stared her down, the letter-man jacket he wore crackling in his ears.
She was friends with Tori, if he recalled correctly, and more on the shy, timid side. Often she wore her long, red-streaked strawberry-blonde hair down, using it as a shield whenever she got nervous, like now, and he could tell because her little freckled nose had wrinkled and she’d taken the white, tiered fabric of her maxi skirt into her fists. Her small breasts heaved beneath her oversized green cardigan as he waited for her reply, a denial, an accusation, anything.
“I-I…” she stammered, chewing her bottom lip anxiously, her large, down-turned blue eyes staring up at him beseechingly. Color filled her sun-tanned face. “T-Tori…she—well, um—” Her throat worked as she swallowed and tried to collect herself.
Derek couldn’t pull his eyes away from her, his breathing quickening, as his cock filled and pushed the fly of his jeans, a common theme whenever she was around.
How could anyone look at Chloe and not want her?
Even though his brain knew he’d likely frighten her away if she knew how badly he wanted to push her skirt around her waist right here in the hallway and eat her pussy out. She’d be horrified if she knew how many times he’d stroked his cock in the privacy of his bedroom, in a locked bathroom stall, wherever he could when she was around and thought about fucking her deep, about her little peachy ass in the air as he railed into her from the back, on sucking and biting her unblemished neck. The days she came over and used their pool were the worst because she’d taken to wearing white bikinis, cheeky little bikini bottoms and two scraps of fabric clinging to her high breasts. Sometimes when she pulled herself out of the water, he could see the color of her nipples and they’d pucker from the temperature difference, but he liked to pretend it was because he was looking at her.
“Yes, Tori. I remember something about her being my sister?”
Chloe winced.
He noticed.
“What is she making you do?” He straightened from his slouch, filled with anger that anyone—especially Tori who could see how meek Chloe was—could try to coerce his sweet girl into something. Maybe that was rich coming from the guy who wanted to to rail her in the school bathroom, but hey, sue him.
She wrung her hands and then straightened up as though someone had infused steel into her spine, her shoulders thrown back, pushing her chest out. Her pendant glittered in the late afternoon and artificial light. “She dared me to sit on your lap, Derek. For ten minutes. During lunch. Otherwise…she’d reveal some private information I-I’d rather she not.”
“She’s blackmailing you?” The growl that seeped into his voice was animalistic and far too savage for the situation, but he saw red. How dare Tori? How dare she try to blackmail his girl? He cracked his knuckles and his neck and clenched his jaw. “Don’t worry, Chloe. I’ll—”
“I don’t mind,” she squeaked, staring at him with a steely reserve in those usually guileless eyes. “I-I—” She stopped, wavering for a split second before she marched over to him, advancing on him until he’d hit the locker at his back. Her face was level with his abdomen, and the smell of her perfume intermingled with her shampoo filled his oxygen supply. She smelled of Downy detergent and green apple shampoo. “I want to.”
“Why? Why would you want to sit on my lap?”
This wasn’t happening; this couldn’t be happening. Things like this didn’t happen to big brutes like him. Especially not girls, girls like a walking wet dream with sweet peachy-sized tits and ripe little asses, like Chloe.
Her face went red, and she ducked her head, not replying immediately.
Derek forgot how to breathe when he remembered the straining erection filling his jeans. With her head down, there was no hiding it.
“Oh.” Her soft little gasp was all air and surprise with an undercurrent of…hunger? She shifted, shuffling closer, until she was pressed flush against him. “You’re…big down there.” Her inhale pushed her breasts into his stomach. “Is that for me?”
When she looked up at him, there was no denying the hungry curiosity in her eyes. “Does that mean you like me too?” she asked shyly, sweetly.
His cock throbbed where it was sandwiched like a battering ram between their hips.
“Uh-huh, sweetheart. Like you a lot.” A little whimper escaped him broken and tight when she placed her hand over his erection, feeling the heft of him, the way he curved and filled his jeans. “You like me too? Is that why you don’t mind sitting on this beast’s lap?”
She scowled, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout, brows furrowing over her eyes as she glared. “You are not a beast,” she argued, her tone brooking no room for argument from him.
“I’m two seconds from cramming my cock down your throat, Chloe, so…yeah, I’m pretty sure I am. Most guys don’t have to jerk off every time they’re around the girl they like. If you knew even a fraction of the filthy, nasty, fucked up things I wanna do to you—to that blond little pussy between your thighs…” He stopped and swallowed around the lump in his throat.
“Tell me,” she whispered, her eyes shining. “I want to know. Please, Derek?” A thread of hunger wove itself into her voice, and he would sooner skin his own nipples than deny her anything. Especially when she was so close, and he had her hips in his hands, feeling the skin and soft baby fat there.
“I th-think about cramming your throat full of my dick, making you drool. You in my bedroom, in that cock-tease little bikini, eating you out. Dragging you into the school bathroom and bouncing you and down until your pussy squeaks on me. Pushing your face into my pillows and using your hair or maybe your hands as handlebars while I blow your back out. If I got even a taste of you” —he licked his dry lips— “I’d never be satisfied. I’d be obsessed with you. More than I already am.”
Chloe backed up then, staring back at him with heavy-lidded eyes that made him think of her rising from a bout of raw, wild fucking. He’d seen that sleepy, rumpled, freshly-railed—a guess on his part, honestly—look on her face when she dozed off at his house or when she stumbled to the breakfast table after sleepovers with Tori.
“I…like that,” she murmured, tucking her chin against her chest, peeking at him through the fringe of her blond eyelashes. She blinked slowly, owlishly before she broke out in a big, hungry smile that matched the feral, ravenous gleam in her eyes. “You wanting me. Being obsessed with me. It makes me feel happy, cherished. Like nothing bad could ever happen when my big bad wolf is around every corner, watching me, protecting me, keeping me safe.”
Her chest rose and fell. “Tomorrow I’m gonna sit on your lap.”
He nodded. “If you do that, you’re as good as my girl, baby.”
“That’s what I want.”
She turned and marched away, her skirt swaying with her gait.
His heart pounded as he stared after her, a grin threatening to split his face in half. When did he get so lucky?
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