Nina
Enzo must have caught the look on my face the moment I recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin.
"Your makeup is smudged."
Heat rushed to my cheeks. I grabbed the napkin from his hand, dabbing at my eyes while Enzo continued to watch me, unblinking.
"Rough night?" he asked once I'd finished cleaning up.
"I guess you could say that," I replied.
"You know," he said, his deep brown eyes studying my features, "you look better without makeup."
His words made me blush even harder. What were the odds? The hockey captain hitting on me on my birthday, mere hours after my boyfriend had cheated on me?
"Do you treat all the girls like this?" The question slipped out before I could stop it, surprising even me. It must have been the alcohol loosening my tongue.
Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward, brushing a stray lock of hair away from my face.
"If you're so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don't you come see for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409." His voice was low, sultry. As we leaned closer, I felt my breathing hitch, heat pooling low in my stomach.
I frowned and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that kind.
"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 walk right in. No need to knock."
With that, Enzo sat back and tossed some cash onto the bar. "I'll pay for the lady's drink," he told the bartender. He threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out.
I kept sipping my drink, turning over his unexpected proposition. Enzo was well-known as an adonis—a handsome player. Ever since he and Lisa—the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend—broke up last semester, Enzo's dorm had seen a constant stream of gorgeous girls slipping in at night and walking out the next morning, lipstick smeared and hair messy. None of them ever went back. Enzo only did one-night stands.
I had never been interested in one-night stands. In high school, I was the nerdy girl who never stood a chance with boys. The one time I thought I had a shot, when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school laughed as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance, only for him to trip me onto the dance floor.
"Why would I want you?" he had said, pointing and laughing. "Ugly Nina will never have a boyfriend!"
After that, I swore I'd focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of my ugly duckling phase once I started college. Lots of boys tried to get me to hook up, but I wasn't interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he had to be perfect—someone I'd be willing to share my body with.
I had thought 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 falling in love again.
"Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar's closing soon," the bartender said, breaking me out of my thoughts. I nodded, finished my drink, and stood to leave. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick.
Maybe I didn't have to go home tonight.
I showed up at Enzo's place a little while later. Before I entered, I hesitated, considering whether to keep my dignity and go home. But I was all dressed up in expensive lingerie, and besides… after Justin and Lisa's double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both?
Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and stepped into Enzo's dorm.
He was sitting on the couch when I entered, as though he had been waiting for me.
"Changed your mind, eh?" he 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 me ache, almost like a pheromone.
"So," he said, "what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you."
"I just… Could use a little comfort," I admitted.
Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth in a way Justin's never had.
After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to the bedroom. Our lips stayed locked the whole way there. I bit his lower lip, causing him to groan. When we entered his dimly lit bedroom, he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed.
I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly 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 my assumptions were wrong.
Enzo 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, then returned to touching me. Before he entered me with his fingers, however, I grabbed his wrist and stopped him.
"I should tell you that I'm a virgin," I whispered.
Enzo was silent for a few moments. I worried he wouldn't want to continue after learning this, but then he merely smirked.
"I figured," he replied, leaning down to nibble my ear. "I'll be gentle with you."
I let out a loud moan, arching my back as he let his long, thick fingers slide into me. He moved them back and forth, faster and faster, until I was soaking wet and moaning loudly. I kissed and bit his neck as he fingered me, moaning into his skin.
When he was finished pleasuring me, he removed his hand from my panties and looked me deep in the eyes while he unbuttoned my skirt. I was still trembling, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body.
"Lingerie, 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 give me a show?"
Still blushing, I stood and began to nervously remove my clothes. I took off my top first to reveal my breasts, which practically spilled out of the top of my bra, then slipped off my skirt to reveal my waist and thighs. I could see Enzo's erection straining against his gray sweatpants as he bit his lip.
When I saw how huge he was, I knew that I wanted him. I sauntered over to the bed, pushed on his chest, and forced him down onto the mattress. I reached down and stroked his cock over his pants before sliding my hand inside and gripping it, feeling its warmth and girth in my small hand.
He let out a groan as I stroked up and down his shaft. I pulled my hand out and slid down his sweatpants so that I could see.
Enzo must have seen the surprise on my face when I saw how big he was, because he chuckled and propped himself up on his elbows.
"Scared?" he said.
I shook my head, licking my lips. "Can I taste it?" I whispered.
He nodded, his dark eyes fixed on mine.
I opened my mouth and took him inside, slowly working my lips and tongue up and down the shaft. It was awkward at first—I had never done this before—but the sounds Enzo was making told me I was doing a good job.
We lay naked together beneath the sheets, our limbs tangled. Enzo spit into his palm and rubbed it along his shaft, pressing the head against me to go inside.
I flinched at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. "I'll be gentle. I promise," he whispered into my ear, his breath hot on my neck.
...
When it was over, Enzo and I lay in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed, and pulled my panties on.
There was something different about Enzo now that we had had sex; his body language seemed more wild and dominant. When he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color.
He smiled at me then, and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey.
Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on.
"See you around." Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm.
What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral?