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.

while I thought about the unexpected proposition of sex. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa — the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend — broke up last semester, Enzo’s dorm had a constant stream of gorgeous girls going in at night and walking out the next morning, their lipstick smeared and their hair a mess.

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

he had said, pointing

boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going

the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but

this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last

didn’t have to go home

and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides…

a deep breath, I turned the knob

was sitting on the couch when I entered, as though he had been waiting for

he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell

mind? I thought my

a little

chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth in

me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to the bedroom. Our lips smacked together the whole way there. I bit his lower

about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and slid his fingers down my panties, I realized

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 panties and let me taste myself

you that I’m a virgin,”

wouldn’t want to continue after learning this

replied, leaning down to nibble my

He slid them back and forth, going faster and faster, until I was soaking wet and

the eyes while he unbuttoned my skirt. I was still trembling, partially from

huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my lacy panties. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you

out of the top of my bra, then slipped off my skirt to reveal my waist and thighs. I could