13. In The Dollhouse
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
IN THE DOLLHOUSE
COLSEN
The only thing I enjoy about the photo shoot is that the photographer hired by Carole and Lexi makes us pose with each cheerleader. It’s the only way I get to look at Taryn without fear of getting her in trouble.
Being at camp under the constant eyes of our coaches is stressful, and getting time together has been hard since they made us aware of the no fraternization rule.
Hopefully, once we’re on campus and Taryn gets a place in town, flying under the radar will be easier. The truth is that we’ll still have to be careful if Taryn wants to keep her spot in the Shooting Stars.
I haven’t really thought much beyond this year. Once I graduate and, if everything goes according to plan, go to play my rookie season with the Pasadena Jaguars.
Tucker and I had been talking about getting a place together even before we met Taryn.
Thanks to the Covid waiver, he can play NCAA hockey for a fifth season, so we’ll be rookies at the same time.
Luckily, he’s going to play in LA, and Pasadena is less than ten miles away, so living together will be possible.
If we could convince Taryn to move in with us, that would be perfect.
But that would make doing one more season with the Stars pretty hard from over six hours away.
It feels like really early days to be talking about the future beyond this year, but I know what I want. And that’s Taryn.
“Colsen, smile a little more, please. The camera isn’t a defenseman trying to take your puck.” The photographer says.
I realize that I was frowning while I was lost in my own thoughts.
Posing for endless photos is more exhausting than running suicide drills on the ice.
The photographer takes individual shots of each player and cheerleader holding their doll in different poses; the second part of the shoot is each player with every cheerleader.
The first shot was a group photo, and it took the longest time to find the ideal placement for everyone.
I don’t think I enjoy being a model. But I know that once I go pro, the salary my team will pay will be a drop in the ocean compared to the money that could come from sponsorships. So if I want to secure my future beyond my pro career, I should be getting used to stuff like this.
Posing next to Taryn isn’t a hardship, despite the fact that it has to be strictly PG.
There’s a lot of waiting around, but thankfully, once each of us has taken every shot they want, we’re done for the night.
When I get released at the same time as Taryn, I can’t believe my luck. There are only a few people left for individual shots, and I don’t even bother waiting for Mack. I take off after Taryn.
“Pretty girl, wait.” I run after her and end up following her into the women’s changing rooms.
She heads to her bag and puts her doll inside it, zipping it closed. We’ve been allowed to keep the dolls used for the shoot, but I don’t really care, so I left mine behind.
What I care about is that almost everyone else is gone, so we’re alone in here. “Hey.” She says softly, and I don’t even try to resist the urge to kiss her.
With the same quick reaction time that’s so useful on the ice, I close the distance between us in the blink of an eye.
A groan escapes me when my lips crush her soft, warm mouth. “Posing for those photos with you and keeping my hands off of you was fucking torture.” As if they had a will of their own and wanted to prove what I just said, my hands skim all over Taryn’s body.
I trace her neck, shoulders, and she moans when I reach the side of her tits. “Did you miss me too?” I smile between passionate, open-mouthed kisses.
“I missed you so much.” Taryn’s arms surround my neck and I lift her against my chest.
“I’m falling for you, Taryn.” I murmur against her lips. “I know it’s fast. Am I crazy?”
Her next words are what I’ve been dreaming of hearing since the night of Tucker’s birthday party. “If you’re crazy, then so am I. I’m falling for you too, Colsen.”
My hands slip under the short skirt of her cheerleader uniform.
“Colsen,” she tenses at my touch. “I don’t know if we can do this here. Gen is still there taking photos. She’s gonna come back here to get her things.”
Without putting her down, I look around the room. Makeup stations with mirrors line one wall, and there’s another bag next to Taryn’s.
I grab my girl’s bag and head to the opposite side of the room where changing stalls are separated from the rest of the room by wooden doors. They’re a similar size to bathroom stalls, and I head inside one of them with Taryn pressed against my chest.
Her duffle bag hits the floor with a soft thud, and I twist around to lock the stall’s door without putting Taryn down.
“We’re alone now.” I kiss her like my life depends on it, and she kisses me back.
The stall is just big enough for one person to change in it, so with two of us in here, there isn’t room for much more than pressing Taryn against the wall.
I’m holding her up by the backs of her thighs, and our bodies are pressed so close together that her soft chest is smashed against mine.
Our kisses grow harder, more desperate, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard in my entire life.
Taryn nips at my bottom lip, and I grind my hips. “Can you feel what you do to me, pretty girl?” I growl, leaving her mouth to explore the soft skin of her neck. “Do you like it?” I chuckle when she whimpers with the same need that’s coursing through me.
“Colsen,” she begs.
“Hold on to me.” I say, holding her with one hand only and finding the edge of her panties with the other one.
Thank fuck the girls weren’t wearing the tiny shorts they usually have under their uniform skirts during performances, or things would have been much more complicated in such a small space.
Another whimper leaves Taryn’s lips as I press my hand against the front of her panties.
She’s warm and wet, and my cock pulses with need at the thought that this is for me.
I’m dying to taste her, to make her come over and over until she begs me to take her. But while we have relative privacy in this little stall, we’re still taking a risk.
Gen and the cheerleading coaches are still next door and someone could walk in here.
The smartest thing to do would be to get out of here and take different routes to our places so that we aren’t seen fraternizing.
But smart flew out of the window the second I followed Taryn in here.
If I don’t get to be inside her, I’m gonna die. I’m not a selfish prick though, and I can’t just take what I want without at least trying to make it good for her too.
“You have no idea how much I love how wet you get for me.” I press the heel of my hand against her panty-clad pussy.
“Oh.” She hides her face in the crook of my neck.
I rub against her a few more times, and her hips grind into my movements, seeking more.
Right now I would give her anything she wants and consequences be damned.
Using the fabric of her panties to create more friction, I keep my hand cupped over her pussy. I rub her with my palm, feeling her entrance getting warmer and damper through the thin layer of her underwear.
A loud sob escapes her, and I almost lose my shit.
“I’m dying to be inside you. But I need you to be quiet so we don’t get busted. Can you do that, pretty girl?”
Her teeth torment her bottom lip, and her eyes look huge when she nods.
“Keep your arms around me, ok? I don’t want to drop you.”
It takes a little fumbling to slide my sweatpants down my hips and move her panties to the side, but we manage.
Taryn is so wet that I slide inside her easily. Her pussy feels so silky and warm that I need a second to calm myself down.
I take a couple of deep breaths, but they don’t improve my situation. “You feel too fucking good.” My voice is pained, my chest heaving with the effort to keep from blowing my load before I even start moving.
“You feel good, too.” She accompanies her words with a squeeze of her muscles, and I see stars.
“Be quiet, remember?”
Taryn nods and I shift my hands up, holding her by her hips.
I lift her up and down, sliding her over my hard shaft, watching myself going in and out of her.
“Oh my God, Colsen.” She moans and I have to swallow her next moan with a kiss.
Taryn feels so perfect that my orgasm is seconds away. The warmth at the base of my spine, the tightness of my balls, and pleasure that pulses down my shaft are signs that I don’t have long until I explode.
I shift our angle again, returning my hold to the back of her thighs, grinding my hips, buried to the hilt inside her.
Like I did before, I slide one hand between us, rubbing her clit through the fabric of her panties.
Her tight, perfect pussy spasms around me, and this time I’m ready to cover her mouth with mine to muffle her cries as she rides her high. She feels too good to resist following her over the edge.
From frantic, our kisses turn soft and languid, and I know I’ll have to put Taryn down, but I can’t bring myself to leave the warmth of her body as she shakes with tiny aftershocks of pleasure.
“Are we the last ones in here?” Gen’s voice reaches us from outside the stall, and we freeze. Still joined against the wall, neither of us dares to breathe.
“Looks like it.” Her friend Olivia says. “Wanna go get something to eat? They have sweet and sour tofu stir-fry on tonight’s menu.”
“No, you go ahead. I was thinking of ordering a pizza and swinging by Mack’s apartment. He never says no to pizza.”
Gen’s friend’s laugh sounds uncomfortable. “Did you get Carole to exempt you from that horrible clause?”
“No,” Gen sounds annoyed. “He told her we’re no longer together and there’s no way we’re going to be dating again.”
“Then aren’t you worried you’re gonna get in trouble if someone sees you going to his apartment?”
Gen’s laugh is dripping with arrogance. I can’t see her, but I can only imagine the way she always flicks her hair when she shows off.