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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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All morning Chloe's stomach was in anxious knots at what she was going to do but the excitement and headiness that came from knowing Derek was as obsessed and hungry for her as she was for him eased some of her anxiety.
The cafeteria was loud and hot, making her glad she’d dressed in a pleated tennis skirt and a baby tee depicting a cropped photo of a nude renaissance woman. The skirt swished around her thighs as she spotted Derek, big and unmistakable, a few heads taller than even the tallest staff member of A.R. Gurney. Her insides melted into goo as she drank him in. Her greedy eyes took in the way his T-shirt strained around the slab of his belly, struggled and cut tight around his bulging biceps and forearms, curls of chest hair poking out of the top. The way his thighs splayed open, spreading to comfortably sit with his cock filling the leg of his jeans.
Christ, her entire body went hot and prickly at the sight of him—the knowledge that he was hers.
And what they were about to do.
As if sensing her gaze, he turned away from his conversation with Tori, and there was something rabid about his eyes, how he essentially stripped her naked with just a single look alone.
Her thighs clenched, her pussy tightening. In a split decision this morning, she’d forgone a bra, and now she was regretting it, knowing everyone could see the outline of her hard nipples. Knowing Derek could see them, pushing against the graphic of her T-shirt.
Heart hammering and blood thundering in her ears, she made her way over, her ponytail swishing back and forth against her shoulders. Every step that took her closer, the less anxious she became. All her focus narrowed down to Derek, and she wondered how he saw her. Did he see the slightly saucy outfit and know she spent hours agonizing last night over what to wear for unfettered access to her? Did he see how her thighs flexed and her stomach twisted at the heat in his eyes? She had no doubt he could smell how wet she was from just the mere thought of plopping her ass onto that big two-by-four of a cock she’d felt yesterday.
Finally, after a lifetime, she reached the table and fixed Tori with a confident smile. “Hi—ack!”
Derek had grabbed her around the waist and yanked her square into his lap, the curve of her ass flush against his belt buckle, his hard cock slotting into the small bit of space between the bottom of her thighs and his stone-hard ones. His arm banded around her waist, the other hand finding its rightful place atop of her thigh, just underneath the hem of her skirt. God, his hands were so big—all of him was so big.
His heart thudded against her shoulder blade as he blew out a shuddering, gusty exhale against her spine, his forehead resting in the space between her shoulder blades for a moment before he straightened up and leaned back, resting his back on the wall behind him. His hand stroked along her bare thigh, and she was secretly glad for taking the time to moisturize with both body oil and body butter, making her skin extra silky.
“What’s this?” Tori asked, batting her eyelashes as if she had no clue, as if she hadn’t had a hand in this. The Cheshire Cat smile that curled her mouth said otherwise.
After Chloe had explained her predicament to Derek, she hadn’t said a word to Tori and neither had he. Let her think she’d won. She had nothing to taunt Chloe with or to hold over her head. Not anymore.
“Oh, nothing.”
Forcing herself to unpack her lunch as though everything was fine, she focused on Derek’s hand, hot like a brand, on her leg. His thumb smoothed back and forth, soothing, gentle, even if his grip was tight and possessive. With slow, methodical motions, she unwrapped her ham-and-mustard sandwich and passed half to Derek.
“My girl spoils me,” he whispered and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, growling quietly when she wiggled unintentionally.
“It's just a sandwich,” she replied quietly, even she warmed all over that he was eating something she made, that she was feeding him, and started to eat. As she took bite after bite, Derek lounged behind her, eating his half of the sandwich in two large bites, his thighs splayed, forcing hers to part too to stay balanced on his lap. Which ended up baring her sopping panties underneath the table.
His fingertips dragged across her skin, making her skin pebble with goosebumps and arousal twist in her belly. She swallowed the last bite of her sandwich and chugged some water, praying a flush didn’t give away what was happening underneath the table. His hand crept higher and higher until his thumb pushed against her clit, sending a jolt through her like a knife, hot and heavy as magma.
Tori seemed oblivious…at first.
But as Derek rubbed and stroked Chloe’s clit, making her squirm and wiggle, Tori seemed suspicious. Her sharp hawkish gaze flicked between Chloe and then further back at her brother's teammate.
“Are you…?” she trailed off, realization dawning. “Oh my God! That’s so gross! I’m out!”
“You’ll sit right there until she’s done on my fingers. Unless, of course” —he pinched Chloe’s clit suddenly, making her jerk against him— “you want your dad to know about your trip to Brady’s. Or the party you snuck out to last night using my car.”
Chloe wanted to protest, wanted to say no, she didn’t want this but the bigger, pettier, angrier part did want this. In its entirety. Tori had been willing to exploit her delicate feelings for her own amusement; it was only fair she was given the same treatment. And besides it felt good, rocking herself back and forth against that big bulge pushing up against her, her dangling ears swinging like pendulums with each rotation.
Tori didn’t reply but twin spots of color appeared on her dark-brown face, her hooded eyes narrowed in rage and disgust. “I don’t want to watch my friend get off on my brother,” she snapped but made sure to keep her voice low so no one would know.
“And yet” —he sat up suddenly, pinning Chloe between his broad chest and the edge of the table, still working her clit, bucking his hips— “you had no fucking issue using my girl’s feelings for me against her. That’s such a bitch move, Tori. For what? For a laugh that only you found funny?” The anger in his words shouldn’t have excited but, God damn it, it did, and she leaned her head back against his shoulder, curling her hand around his muscular forearm. Her pussy was wet. Her hips whorled, pushing her panty-clad pussy against his dick, mindlessly seeking more, more, more pressure. It was like animal instinct had taken over her body, fogging her mind, drowning out rationale or modesty.
She rubbed herself against him shamelessly, half-delirious with pleasure but having enough of a mind to meet Tori’s glittering dark eyes across the table. “M-maybe—ah, mm—you’ll quit t-trying to blackmail people,” she managed to squeak out as Derek kissed the sensitive flesh of the back of her shoulder and then sank his teeth in at the same time his non-pussy hand delved beneath her top, fondling and squeezing her bare breast, rolling her beaded nipple just shy of painful.
“So, so gross,” Tori whispered.
Tension tightened every muscle in Chloe’s body as she strained, her stomach tightening.
How many times had she fantasized about Derek’s hands on her? How many times had she laid awake in bed thinking about him fucking her, pounding her, using her body, slaking his thirst for her momentarily only to take her again and again? Nothing had prepared her for the real thing, not the smell of his Axe deodorant, not the rasp of the beginnings of facial hair on her skin, not how badly she burned up inside because Tori, her friend, his sister, was watching them.
Which should’ve grossed her out, should’ve doused any lust she had for the boy behind her, riding his hand while his fucking sister watched her grind into his palm but if anything, an extra set of eyes fanned the flames of desire higher, hotter. Chloe was, by no means, an exhibitionist so it must’ve been a sick, twisted desire to get back at Tori that made everything so much more.
Her breath came out ragged and choked as Derek circled her clit, pushed aside her plain cotton panties, and slid a finger inside of her.
“D-Derek,” she whimpered, bowing her head, riding his hand as hard as she could. If anyone looked over, there’d be no doubt about—Chloe Saunders was a wanton little slut, a slave for her man, fucking herself on his hand right there in the lunch room with his sister across from them. None of that mattered, only him, only the onslaught of her oncoming orgasm.
“You gonna cum all over my fingers? With Tori watching us? Right here, right now?” he asked in her ear even though he sounded just as breathless as she felt and pinched her nipple so hard she shook violently.
And then, like an avalanche, she orgasmed, white-hot pleasure ripping through her, consuming every thought and sensation and her very being. A choked squeak escaped her as her thighs quaked atop his, trying to close around his thick wrist, trap his hand right where it was. She gasped and shuddered for breath, her eyes stinging as he slowed his fingers, peppering her neck with kisses, murmuring about how she’d done so well and he was so proud of her, his big hand pushing aside her hair and stroking through its length.
“My perfect girl.”
She felt shaky and pink-cheeked, sticky with sweat, muscles aching from strain but she looked right at Tori, who was staring back with wide brown eyes, her face red all the way to her hairline.
“Don’t mess with me anymore,” Chloe ordered, leaving no room for argument or wheedling or ass kissing.
Derek eased his fingers out of her and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean efficiency as though he’d eaten ribs. “Now that we’ve gotten that settled,” he said brusquely, “you can leave, but remember—I have more dirt on you than I think.”
As if she’d been burned, Tori shoved away from the table and fled, disappearing. A few moments later, a tall white blonde named Liz from the volleyball team followed her.
“I hate Tori messing with you but I’m glad she did it this time. Otherwise I wouldn’t have my girl.”
Chloe picked up her water bottle. “Me either.”
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