My Hockey Alpha

Nina

Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me.

“Your makeup is smudged.”

I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me.

“Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup.

“I guess you could say that,” I replied.

“You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me?

“Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the alcohol.

Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink.

He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused.

I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort.

“No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.”

“So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.”

With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar.

who stole my boyfriend — broke up last semester, Enzo’s dorm had a constant

nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance, when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank.

said, pointing

of my ugly duckling phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect — someone who I would

thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the

breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the

have to go home

a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed

turned the knob

the couch when I entered, as though he

He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his

changed your mind?

a

He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring

the whole way there.

a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but

neck as he rubbed my clit, letting his fingers get wet with my juices as I moaned into his mouth. He pulled away briefly to remove his hand from my

you that I’m a virgin,”

silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about

leaning down to nibble

a loud moan, arching my back as he let his long, thick fingers slide into me. He slid them back and forth, going faster and faster, until I was soaking wet and moaning loudly. I kissed and bit his neck as

panties and looked me deeply in the eyes while he unbuttoned my skirt. I was still trembling, partially from nerves and partially from

sounding somewhat amused when he saw my lacy panties. I blushed. “Since you

my breasts, which practically spilled out of the top of