Laying Across Someone's Lap Novels & Stories

Where am I supposed to sit, On his lap? I scooted closer to him and leaned forward but this evil man laid back on the bench. I bit on my lip and looked at him confused. "I don't have whole day, do it" He said. Is he fucking kidding me. Where am I supposed to sit? I went closer almost an inch away from sitting on his lap. He grabbed my arm and jerked me forward which made me fall on his lap. I took a deep breath. Fine, let's do it quickly and get over with it. I sat on his lap comfortably and rubbed cream on palm and started rubbing it on his chest.

I lightly push his shoulder down, being extra careful with the one in the sling. Without much thought, I slide onto his lap and straddle his thighs. I keep most of my weight off him but enough that I can glorify in the feeling of him underneath him. He freezes and at first I start to retract my bold movement but before I can get back off him, his hands come to my waist and he pressed me down more. I settle against him and keep us both steady by latching onto his forearms. I sigh contently when he rests his forehead against mine.

“I’m on it.” All in the line of duty, right? The whole point was to make this look real. He reached around and his fingers brushed the back clasp. Could be his hands were shaky, but the damn thing eluded him. He put his palms on top of her thighs and settled her on his lap. “You’re a moving target. Sit still for a minute.”

“Lie across my lap, on your stomach.” I crawled over his thighs, facing the headboard on my hands and knees. Over my shoulder, I peeked at Elijah, who ran his hand over the length of my spine. I nearly climaxed at the way his eyes darkened, meeting mine. “Hands here,” he patted the metal headboard.

No guilt if I didn’t let it go too far. We ended up in a dark corner booth. Layla straddled my lap like she’d done it a hundred times. Her dress rode up her thighs as she ground against me slowly. I groaned, gripping her hips. “You’re so hard already,” she whispered, biting my earlobe. “Let me take care of you.”

As Grace listened, her mind drifted to the news of the day. Had Jake contacted her because of this? Having not received a response, Xander glanced at her and noticed that she was lost in thought. He frowned in displeasure. "What are you thinking about?" Startled, Grace snapped back to reality. She saw his serious expression and felt a bit unhappy. She set her utensils down. "Nothing." "You're lying." He carried her onto his lap. "You're pouting like that, and you're saying it's nothing?" As he spoke, he nudged her with his leg, forcing her to lean back into his embrace.

Even alone, we need to keep this professional. “What did you want?” I ask as I walk closer. The moment I’m within arm’s reach, he wraps grabs me around the waist and yanks me toward him. Leaning on the desk as he is, with his legs together, I’m forced to spread my own wide. I lift one knee up onto the edge of the desk to keep my balance, and to keep off of Miles as much as I can. Effectively, however, I’m basically sitting in his lap. One of his hands trails down from my waist to the curve of my ass. He squeezes and I gasp.

With a smirk, he eases into the chair, his gaze unwavering, fixed intently on me. Once he’s settled, I let my robe slide from my shoulders, the silk pooling at my feet, exposing the lace and straps that hug my body beneath. I step closer, swinging one leg over his lap, straddling him, my movements slow and deliberate, like a dance meant only for him. My hips sway as I settle onto his lap, and I feel the slightest tension in his body, his usual restraint wavering under my touch.

He spoke for me, “How do you sit in my lap? Please sit in front of me, and I will help you.” He gestured to the concrete in front of him, and I turned away and sat cross-legged with my back to him. I had just crossed my legs when I felt his hand come around my waist and pull me back into his lap. His body felt cold, but there was a certain warmth in me that rose, filling my body. He felt firm at my back. Lou scoffed, and I shot him a glare.

I reach for her, but she moves back. “Hands to yourself, handsome, or I’ll stop.” She murmurs teasingly, taking hold of my wrists and pins them to the back of the couch. I spread my arms across the back as she climbs into my lap, straddling me. Her hands graze down the back of my neck as she begins moving her body in my lap. The urge to grab her tempts me, but I struggle to control myself, wanting to enjoy the woman dancing in my lap.