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.

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. No girls

one time I thought I had a chance, when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a

pointing and laughing.

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 be willing to share my

thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never

I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going

have

a little while later. Before I entered, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up

turned the knob and entered

when I entered, as though he had been

said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It made my panties wet, almost

your mind? I thought my reputation

a little

He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth in a

to the bedroom. Our lips smacked together the whole way there. I bit

gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and slid his fingers down my panties, I realized that my assumptions were

kissed and licked my 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 panties and let me taste myself off his fingers,

you that

moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want

he replied, leaning down to nibble my ear. “I’ll be

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.

removed his hand from my panties and looked me deeply in the eyes while he

he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my lacy panties. I blushed. “Since you went to

began to nervously remove my clothes. I removed my top first to reveal my breasts, which practically spilled out of the top of