Yes, Mr. Mitchell: (Mr. Mitchell Book One)

by Luxx Monroe

  Spreading her ass cheeks in front of me only had me cursing more. When I saw her tight little ass, I knew I’d never get the chance to claim that as well. I also couldn’t imagine another man’s dick inside of her. Some strange primal instinct came over me, and I felt like marking her. Making her mine. I’d never had that feeling before, and honestly, it scared the shit out of me.

  “No one touches you while you’re in my class. Do you understand?” I know my tone was much harsher than I’d intended it to be, but I couldn’t help it. I needed her to understand this want of mine.

  “Okay.” Her response was so soft that it fucking pissed me off.

  “Okay? Say it louder. No one fucking touches you.”

  “Yes, Mr. Mitchell!” Her scream fueled my drive, and I was pounding into her so hard that I knew it was beginning to be too rough, but I couldn’t stop. “No one. I promise. Just, don’t stop.”

  My dirty little girl. Loving it rough. “I’m close. Come with me, Nicole.”

  I couldn’t make out her response because she buried her face into my sheets.

  My release was almost stronger than it was just a few minutes ago, if that was humanly possible.

  I closed my eyes while feeling her tight little walls pulse and milk out every last drop of my cum. I could see my liquid dripping out of her pussy while I was still buried deep inside, all the way in. Only my balls were visibly pressed against her, and I never wanted to leave. But it was really time now. I needed to let her go.

  “Nicole, you’re amazing. Thank you.”

  Nicole pulled away from me, finally letting me know our time was up. “I should be thanking you. And I promise, it won’t be weird after this. I’m a big girl, so please don’t think I’m going to get attached or act strange around you. I really need your class, so I hope, you know, that this really can be normal between us.”

  How did I find this girl? Most eighteen year olds would be planning our fucking wedding, but not Nicole. She understood me, understood us. “I’m glad we’re on the same page. It’s going to be fine as long as nobody finds out about this. You can’t tell anyone, not even your roommate.”

  Nicole nodded while pulling her barely-there skirt back over her sweet ass. I couldn’t help but feel my dick spring to life knowing she wouldn’t have any underwear on during her cab ride home. Her come-fuck-me boots were also so hot that I about had her come back for more, but deep down inside I knew this was all we could have.

  “I’ll call you a cab. Shall we go finish our wine before you go? There’s something else I need to talk to you about.” I noticed Nicole’s eyebrows shoot up, and I’m sure she thought it was going to be something sexual. “It’s about school. You’re going to be my new TA.”

  I knew that was the last thing Nicole was expecting to come out of my mouth.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Nicole

  Chad and I met again that Wednesday at the campus coffee shop. He bought me another coffee, which prompted us to walk to class together again. I found myself actually enjoying Chad’s company. He had many of the same ambitions in life as I did. He wanted to be a reporter someday, and maybe even work for the New York Times. We all had our untouchable dreams, but you never know, maybe he’d actually make that one happen. I also hadn’t heard from Garren since Monday night. I knew he’d told me to stay away from guys while I was in his class, but how could he be serious? I wasn’t his and he wasn’t mine.

  “So, did you hear the gossip about Mr. Mitchell?”

  I couldn’t help it, but just hearing his name had my body responding differently than it ever had to a name. All the memories from our night came flooding back into my mind. His touch, the way he made my body go crazy for him. I wasn’t sure if everyone experienced this with their first lover, but I liked every single moment we had together. I didn’t, however, know if I had the courage to face him again quite yet. Even though I knew we’d be seeing each other every week at school.

  “I didn’t. What’s going on?”

  “I guess his TA didn’t work out for this semester, and so he’s taking on a freshman. Someone from our class, I guess. That’s just what I heard.”

  Playing dumb, I continued with the facade. “Really? That’s actually pretty great. Do you know how good it would look on your resumé to be a TA as a freshman?”

  Chad nodded and bit into his breakfast sandwich.

  “I wonder who it is.” I hoped that my lying wasn’t obvious and that it didn’t show that I already knew who his TA was. Shit.

  Chad swallowed a large bite from his sandwich, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. “I bet it’s that brunette who sat next to you on Monday.”

  I raised my eyebrows and wondered if he’d heard their little secret conversation before class. “Why do you say that?”

  “Well, I know if I was a younger professor that I’d pick a hot student that I knew would give me a few little extra bonuses.” Chad wiggled his eyebrows, which made me roll my eyes.

  “Really? You’re such a guy.”

  Chad winked at me, which made me laugh.

  This was the third day Chad and I had met at the coffee shop. He joked a lot about stalking me, but I didn’t mind. He was the first friend besides Lexi that I felt comfortable around. He was also very easy on the eyes, which was a huge plus. I knew that nothing could ever happen between Garren and me, so Chad was going to have to be second best. I just couldn’t imagine that he would compare in the bedroom. Shit, I needed to get Mr. Mitchell out of my mind.

  “Well, shall we?” Chad held the door open for me again, repeating our routine from Monday.

  We sat in our same seats, and almost instantly I caught the end of a conversation between the two ladies who sat right next to me. Both were debating who the new TA was. Mr. Mitchell was definitely a wanted man, and I’m sure he could have had his pick from the female population in his classes. I wondered if he’d ever want to do what we did together the other night with other students. Maybe that was his thing—younger women. It made my stomach turn, thinking about him with someone else. But there was no way I could get attached. I needed to stay emotionally distant from Garren and keep our relationship purely about school. I just couldn’t imagine what he was thinking making me his TA. We would have to be around each other a lot more. Maybe he was right, though. Maybe getting the other night out of the way would remove the temptation to rip each other’s clothes off.

  “Thinking about the upcoming assignment?”

  Chad’s voice broke my train of thought and brought me back to the real world. I shook my head because I had no idea what he was talking about. “Upcoming assignment?”

  Waving a paper in front of me, he looked at me like I’d gone mad. “Didn’t you read the syllabus?”

  Shit. I’d been so caught up in my oops, well, two oopses, with Mr. Mitchell that I hadn’t been my normal studious self. So I lied. “Oh, yeah. Of course. I’ve been thinking about this upcoming assignment since the first class.” I smiled and seemed to have convinced Chad that I wasn’t indeed mad.

  Just as Chad was about to respond, I heard the distinct sound of a man clearing his throat. The classroom became quiet, and I knew it was time to face Garren.

  “Good morning, class. I’m glad to see most of you have returned and weren’t too scared off by my tedious syllabus.” Why did he always look so good? The one thing I loved the most about Garren was his short, well-kept beard. I didn’t know I was into facial hair as I’d mainly been around young boys, but shit, I was.

  As I looked around the lecture hall, I noticed that many of the girls looked much more made up than they did on Monday. Their skirts, full-on make-up, and perfect hair made me roll my eyes. Mr. Mitchell was obviously very good looking, but I couldn’t help but laugh at my current situation.

  “Speaking of our syllabus, I want to get started on your first major research project. This assignment will count for 50% of your final grade. I suggest that you start right away and don’t procrastinate. You’ll kick yo
urself in the ass if you wait until the last few weeks of school.”

  A few students started to whisper to each other, and that made me pull my own syllabus out. I had no idea what assignment Mr. Mitchell was talking about.

  “Along with this major assignment, you will also have three shorter assignments that will be due according to the class schedule. What I would like for us to do today is to make sure you have your partner, and if you are unsure who yours will be, you can stay after class and we will get that figured out. I also want to reiterate the importance of the mandatory readings for this class. I want you to read the New York Times daily and be able to report in open discussions about current events. Now, I’ll be passing around a sign-up sheet for your semester research project. Please take a copy with you and bring it back to Friday’s class. I will need your topic choice and partner name. You will need to choose three topics that you would like to research and write an article about. I’m not promising you’ll get your number one choice, and my goal is for most groups to cover different topics. With this class being so full, we’ll have to double up for now.”

  Chad nudged my shoulder and handed me a sign-up sheet. “If you’re up for it, I’d love to partner up with you.”

  I grabbed one of the papers from the top and passed the rest to the girls on my right. I didn’t see why I couldn’t be partners with Chad. He seemed smart and wanted to pursue a career in journalism as well, so I knew he’d take this assignment very seriously. “Sure, that actually sounds great.”

  Chad smiled and wrote my name down on his paper under Partner. I was surprised he knew my last name, but I guess it was on my class schedule he’d seen on Monday.

  “Maybe we can get together tonight and talk about some topics we’d like to cover.”

  I nodded and was about to respond, but I felt like someone was staring at me. I could feel eyes on me, and I knew exactly who it was. Garren had stopped talking and was looking directly at me. His gaze flipped from me to Chad while his jaw hardened and he looked pissed. What the hell was his problem? It was his idea to have one more night of hot, amazing sex and then pretend it never happened. I knew it would be impossible, but we had to try. He seriously couldn’t get mad at me for talking to Chad.

  “As I said before, I need these sign-up sheets back by Friday. I’ll only need one copy per group. I’m going to call class early today, giving you time to talk with your partner or even find one. Then you can both research what you’d like your paper to be focused on. Please come down if you need a partner and we’ll make sure everyone is squared away.”

  “Hell yeah. I like this guy.” Chad grinned at me and started to pack up his belongings. I was pretty sure that I was the only one in the class who knew I was Mr. Mitchell’s new TA. Garren and I had talked about it a little at his place, but I felt the need to get out of there before we both ended up naked and screwing again. I’d almost backed out, knowing it would be too much and too great of a risk to be around him that much, but he had mentioned to me that he would be able to help me get on the daily campus press as a freshman. That would seriously open some major doors for my future.

  I smiled and pushed my notebook and textbook back into my book bag. I’d purposely not dressed up that day. My long hair was pulled in my usual bun on the top of my head, and my black yoga pants and long shirt hid everything that Mr. Mitchell had told me he loved about my body. I didn’t want to be that girl who dressed slutty just to make him want me again.

  “Want to head to the library now instead? I have a couple of ideas about our topic, but I’d like to make sure we’re both on the same page.”

  “That sounds good.” We both stood to leave and made our way to the stairs that led out of the lecture hall. I couldn’t help it and looked back over my shoulder. Garren’s intense stare was so strong that I could almost feel it go straight through me. He was mad, and the sad part was, I kind of liked it.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Garren

  I’d been telling myself since Monday that I’d had my fix of Nicole and I needed to stick to my rules. I’d had Nicole’s pussy more than once, and that was enough. However, I still had so many fantasies that I wanted live out with her. My cock twitched whenever I thought about stretching her tight ass with my dick. Pulling out of her and spilling my cum all over her creamy white skin. Smearing it with my hand, marking her as mine. I’d never had those thoughts about a woman, and it was driving me completely insane. And then seeing her with that dipshit kid sitting next to her. I knew what he was thinking. He had eyes for Nicole, and I wasn’t having it. There was no fucking way she was going to be his partner for this project. Just no fucking way.

  After the last two students finally walked out the door of my classroom, I went straight to my office and sent Nicole a text.

  My office. 10:00 A.M.

  I set my phone down and started pacing in front of my desk. My office was a good-sized room, and it also had a nice view of the front courtyard on campus. I stopped and looked out at the students walking to and from the buildings, wondering why in the hell it had to be Nicole I bumped into at that fucking club. Of all the women in the world, the one girl who captured my interest was an eighteen-year-old student of mine. What are the odds? I started laughing when my phone chirped.

  Bossy much?

  Smiling, I typed in my reply.

  Some have said I like things my way. Be here.

  Aye, aye, captain.

  An hour and a half later, a light knock on my door indicated that the time was here. Would I be able to be around Nicole without acting on my desire to rip her clothes off?

  Nope. “Come in.” I opened the door to the girl who wouldn’t get out of my mind. As I watched her walk through my office doorway, I appreciated the fact that she dressed completely normal today. I was pretty sure that if she came walking through my door in that damn miniskirt I would have given my two weeks’ notice.

  “Mr. Mitchell. This sounded urgent.” Nicole smiled and walked over to a chair that was just in front of my desk. I couldn’t tell if she really was okay with our arrangement or if she was just putting on a good show.

  “Not urgent. I just needed to go over what I expect of you as my TA.” When I reached over to shut and lock my door, I started painting very naughty images in my mind. Stay strong.

  Nicole cleared her throat and pulled out a small notebook. “Okay. I’m ready.”

  I walked over to my chair and decided that I didn’t give a shit if I sounded like a crazed lunatic. I had to get something off my chest. “First, you will not be partners with that fucking toolbag that sits next to you.”

  Nicole’s cough told me she wasn’t expecting that comment. But I didn’t give two shits. There was something about that kid that rubbed me the wrong way.

  “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me.”

  “You can’t tell me who I can and can’t be partners with. Chad is harmless and hasn’t even asked me out or anything yet. We are strictly classmates. How dare you—” Nicole’s eyes widened when I walked over and grabbed her notepad out of her hands and threw it to the floor. I guess my self-control was fucking thrown out the window when it came to this girl.

  “The fuck I can’t tell you. I already did. No one touches you while you’re in my class.”

  I pulled her up by the waist and roughly shoved her over to my desk. She didn’t fight me. Not one bit. Not even when I shoved her tight little black pants down around her knees. Or when I ripped her barely-there little pink thong right off her body. She also didn’t protest when I shoved her legs apart and pulled my very hard dick out of my pants and rubbed him against her wet lips.

  “Don’t make a sound.”

  Nicole’s moan and drenched cunt let me know that she wanted this just as bad as I did. “Jesus, Nicole. We couldn’t even make it through the morning. How in the hell am I going to be able to be around you for the next four months?”

  “I was thinking the same thing.”

  When t
he head of my cock felt her entrance, all bets were off. I didn’t care if Carl himself came walking into my office. I knew that was selfish of me, that I could potentially get fired and Nicole could lose everything she’s worked for, but for some reason pushing myself deep inside of her was the only thing I could see through my tunnel vision.

  “You’re going to be mine for the next four months. We’ll have to be careful, but I have too many things I want to do to you to be finished with you yet. Do you have a problem with that?”

  Nicole shook her head, but I needed to hear her. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I pulled her head back to me and asked again. “Do you agree?”

  “Yes, Mr. Mitchell. I agree…just…I want you.”

  “Good girl,” I whispered into her ear and pushed her chest down onto my desk. I realize I about forgot that the window shade was completely open. Any student walking by could come straight to my window and see what we were about to do. That thought almost made me harder, but I knew it couldn’t happen.

  After I closed the blinds completely, I came back to Nicole and spread her legs wide apart, pushing her pants around her ankles. “You’re so ready, so wet.”

  I couldn’t contain the groan that left my mouth when I gently pushed into her sweet, blissful core. “Hmmm, yes. This is what I needed.”

  Nicole braced herself on my desk and lifted her hips to me. “Please,” she begged and wiggled a little from left to right.

  “We have to be quiet and quick, so hold on.”

  I drove into Nicole with such force I thought I was going to crack my desk in half. This girl made me not only crazy, but she made me lose all control when it came to sex. I couldn’t get enough, and I didn’t care about anything while driving into her.

  “You make me feel crazy. I don’t like it, but I can’t help myself. I’ve decided at this moment not to give a shit anymore. Like I said, we’ll have to be careful, but I need more time with you,” I whispered against her ear and placed my hands under her shirt. There was no way I wasn’t going to get a feel of her tits while fucking her from behind.