Laying Across Someone's Lap Novels & Stories

I braced myself for one of those things. “Come here,” Kieran said, gesturing to the space in front of him. I hesitated, then walked over. My legs felt unsteady beneath me. When I reached him, he pointed to his lap. “Lay down.” “What?” “Lay across my lap. On your belly.” My face went hot. “You can’t be serious.” “Do I look like I’m joking?” I stared at him. He stared back, his expression hard and unyielding.

Not because of another man. But because someone else has known her like that. Needed her like that. She notices instantly. The air shifts. My molars grind and shoulders tense, eyes narrowing. The coffee isn’t the only thing steaming right now. Liana slides off the barstool without a word and moves between my knees. Then, with disarming ease, she climbs into my lap, straddling me sideways like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and fitting so perfectly in my lap it’s like she is meant to be seated there.

With the little light left on the torch, he wouldn’t be able to see clearly how filthy the floor was. “Why aren’t you sitting down? How am I supposed to sit on your lap if you’re squatting like that? Get down on the floor,” Layla ordered. “Oh, you can use those tattered clothes. Or maybe I should use them. I shouldn’t be this picky, but I can’t bear to sit down on bloodstains and unknown filth. Get those clothes for me, then you can continue posing like that after.”

He patted his lap. “Lay over the top of me,” he said, softly. I looked at his lap and then awkwardly lay across it, my waist over one of his legs. He tugged at me a little, lowering my head and my feet so that my rear was directly over his leg. I could feel his rod poking into my stomach, and I realized that he, too, was aroused.

“Come sit on my lap.” The car felt smaller suddenly, the air thick with everything unsaid. His touch was firm, patient, and coaxing. I bit my lip as I moved across the console, my skirt riding up as I settled on his lap. He reclined the seat, making just enough room for what he wanted.

“Come on, beautiful. In my lap.” Despite her legs feeling a little unsteady, she went to him. He got on his knees and then put his hands on her hips, pulling her downward. Getting the idea of what he wanted, she took his wet rod in hand to steady it. Alec leaned back a little, allowing her to inch onto him. Layla moaned as her vagina settled into the new angle. She bent her legs as he came forward and wrapped his arms around her waist. Alec bounced them. Thunder rumbled outside.

Lisha stands and goes to clear the table; stopping when I say, “Uh uh, leave it; I can do it later.” I take her hand in mine and lead her to the lounge room. Lisha chuckles when I sprawl across the couch and pat the small space beside me. She shakes her head and wiggles into the gap on the sofa. I go to move and give her more room when she grabs my arm and whispers, “Lay down, Tyler,” I rest my head on her lap; she rubs her fingers through my hair,

I sat on his lap and rubbed him lustfully. 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯

He praises me again. He carries me over to the couch and sits down, angling me so that I sit sideways across his lap. His left arm lies firmly across my back and holds on to my waist, making sure I can’t move away from him. His right hand moves to lay softly on my thigh. I feel the warmth of his hand on my thigh through the thin material of the hospital gown. He slowly begins to move it up and down along the thigh, but makes sure not to wander too high up. Still I feel the tingling in my core and I squirm a little in his lap.

She slipped inside and closed it behind her. He was already seated behind the desk, sleeves rolled up, reading glasses perched on his nose as he marked papers. He didn’t look up. “Lock it.” Click. “Now come here.” She walked around the desk until she stood beside his chair. He pushed back slightly, creating space, and patted his thigh once. “Sit.” Sophia straddled his lap facing him, skirt riding high, bare pussy pressing against the hard line already straining his slacks. His hands settled on her hips, thumbs stroking the skin just above her waistband.