2.16

[Warning: Smut]

Exhausted I crawled into the bed. I'd been kept on my toes ever since lunch, even eating my pot noodle dinner standing up and helping the twelve men who were joining us pick a sharpened sword, giving an extra lesson afterward, ensuring they all knew enough not to accidentally lose a limb or catch their teammates.

All of them were from my afternoon class and after two lessons I knew their names, and their powers and my mind was racing thinking about how best to utilize them when facing the large numbers we'd face the very next day.

After around twenty minutes of me tossing and turning deep in thought Alex's thick arms engulfed me, squeezing me into his chest like a child would a teddy bear. I was not amused.

"Sleep," he lazily murmured into my ear, half asleep himself. He was so close I felt his lips brush against my ear. I wriggled against him, rolling over to face away from his stupidly adorable sleepy face.

Still unable to sleep, I tried to wriggle out of his grip, thinking of maybe going for a jog around the dorms and wearing myself out, even the melatonin released by System wasn't helping.

A hand cupped my breast as his lips nibbled on my ear. "Keep moving, see what you make me do," he moved to kiss my exposed neck.

"Alex?" I turned to face him, his lips covering mine in a slow, tender kiss.

"Hannah," his voice grew hoarse with sleep and desire, "call me like you did the other night."

"L-lex?" I obeyed, finding myself feeling complex emotions at the use of that name. There was no way of knowing if the man beside me was Lex or not. I'd never know. Not unless I bit the bullet and asked, risking sounding insane, or if Lex were to tell me, allowing my System to scan his.

Regardless of whether or not he was 'my Lex' my body couldn't help but react to him, eager to escape the harsh reality of this new world and escape to oblivion for a while, even if brief.

My knowledge of romance and sex was very limited and to be truthful, very tainted. I was curious yet also fearful. I could have fun, but I couldn't get attached, this was all just temporary.

"Are we going to have sex?" I found myself asking as his kiss on my neck grew passionate, likely leaving a mark.

He pulled away, trying to stop himself from laughing. "Jeeze, I didn't think you'd be so blunt about it."

I sat up confused, "should I not be?"

Noah had certainly been blunt about it.

"Concentrate on the man in front of you," System teased condescendingly.

"No, no, it's good, to be honest, and upfront with things like this," he comfortingly rubbed my leg as if worried I was upset, it didn't feel comforting, it felt frustrating as with each stroke he raised his hand closer and closer to my core.

"Do you want to have sex?" He eventually asked.

Well with you touching me like that, how could I not feel horny? Inside my head, I screamed in frustration.

"Yes," I nodded with a blush.

He grinned, his hand gripping the hem of my t-shirt and pulling it over my head. I shivered at the cold air hitting my bare skin, I was only left wearing my underwear as his hungry eyes scanned me up and down. Conscious of the marks on my back I lay down, staring up at the ceiling. The last thing I needed was for him to see those, even if the light was dim.

Leaning over me he kissed my lips tenderly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, trying to lose myself in his eyes and escape from the harsh reality outside that door.

His hands wandered my bare skin, resting on the only cloth remaining. He broke away from the kiss to pull them away and gaze down at my now completely exposed self.

"You're so fucking beautiful," his words caused my blush to deepen as my eyes looked away, too embarrassed.

He abruptly stood up and I worried I had done something wrong, then I heard the click of the door as he turned the lock and relaxed.

On his way back to the bed he stripped down, letting me take in every inch of his skin with my eyes in the dim light from the window.

Then my eyes landed on his cock as it sprang out of his boxers, I gulped and inched up the bed subconsciously, making him laugh.

Leaving no room for me to wimp out he climbed onto the bed and pried apart my clenched shut legs. His hands slid from my knees down my inner thigh, resting at my core. I closed my eyes, still feeling shy and grateful for the dim light.

He bowed his head, catching me by surprise as his tongue slid up my folds, stopping at the clit to circle it. My legs trembled as his tongue increased in speed, following a pattern and then stopping to change each time I felt my orgasm build up.

Frustrated my hands ran through his blonde waves, gripping tightly as this time he did not stop, continuing to speed up faster and faster until I called out despite trying so hard to stay silent. The walls weren't exactly thick.

As I rode the waves of orgasm his finger entered me hard and deep, pressing right at my g-spot, toying with it the same. I moved my right fist to my mouth to bite, trying to stop the lewd noises from escaping, only muffling them.

Every cell was screaming as I came, leaving deep teeth marks on my hand. This felt so different, but the good kind of different.

Whilst coming down from the post-orgasm high Alex pulled me up to sit on his lap, leaving me bewildered. What was I supposed to do now? I could feel his cock resting against me, it twitched making me flinch.

"You look a little clueless there," he chuckled, one hand on my hip, the other cupping the side of my face, "have you done this before?"

It's safe to assume with my appetite I'd done it many times before, not that I could remember the last six hundred years. Only the lives of Mo Zhiyue and Hannah Branson.

"We can stop here if you want?" he asked, kissing my cheek softly.

"N-no," I shook my head, kissing him back, I needed to escape these thoughts, "I've done it, just this position is new."

He nodded, kissing my lips passionately as both hands now rested on my hips, lifting me slightly, positioning his head just at my entrance.

"You take control, do what's comfortable," he murmured into my ear, then kissed at my neck, occasionally nibbling, driving me wild.

I rested my arms over his shoulders and lowered slowly inch by inch and there were way too many inches. My nails dug into his skin as I finally managed to take him all in. He responded by digging his nails right back into me and raising his hips catching me off guard. I burrowed my head into his shoulder biting to stop the noise.

Gently he raised and lowered his hips, the slight pain from his large member eased and I found myself rocking my hips to match him despite the fact my legs felt weak.

My confidence grew along with the deep need for more. He was too slow, too gentle with me. I raised my head, resting my hands on his shoulder pushing him to lie flat. He eagerly obeyed.

My hands rested on his hard chest, tracing the lines as I rocked to my own rhythm, listening to my body's desperate need.

As I sped up his hands gripped at my swaying breasts, roughly squeezing them whilst his thumbs brushed against my erect nipples.

I no longer cared or even remembered to keep quiet as the orgasm built up threatening to drop me at any moment. I never wanted it to end.

When he playfully squeezed my nipple I couldn't take it any longer and felt my core spasm around his cock, as I shuddered to struggle to catch my breath as the climax caught me off guard.

Eventually, I collapsed forward onto his chest, my entire body felt like lead. I only moved when his still-hard cock twitched inside my overly sensitive core.

"Tired?" he asked, sitting up and holding me still on his lap.

I nodded, "mhm."

Somehow still staying inside of me he lay me on my back, each slight pressure against my g-spot made my walls clench tight around him. As if he wasn't allowed to move or leave either.

Kneeling between my legs, hands on my hips he slowly pulled out. I thought that was it, but then he entered again, hard.

"Alex," I opened my drowsy eyes wide, wanting to be cross at him but damn that pretty face.

He laughed, gripping even tighter onto my hips as he thrust in, even harder.

I let out an embarrassing moan as I dug my hands into the bedsheet, gripping it tightly. My mind was too overwhelmed with the pleasure to care anymore when he thrust, again and again, building in speed, just as I felt I couldn't take it anymore his cock twitched, filling me with his seed as he groaned in pleasure.

"Fuck," he cursed as it was his turn to collapse in post-orgasm bliss. I was just trying to find my breath, bewildered, hazy, and oh so tired.

I rolled to my side, aiming to sleep, yet he pulled me back to press my back against his chest, the skin sticking together. I felt his still hard cock twitch against my backside.

A rough hand cupped at my breast as the cock then slid between my wet folds, brushing deliberately against the clit.

"Still tired?" he almost purred into my ear.

"Just once more," I whined. This inability to say no to pleasure would get me into trouble one day I swear.