Laying Across Someone's Lap Novels & Stories

He asked, chewing his bottom lip again but released it the moment my eyes fell on his lips. "I feel better…. with you" I said, averting my eyes down at the bed.I fiddled with the bedsheet nervously and now realized our position. Me in his lap.. My eyes widened instantly.I quickly got off his lap.Embarrassment warmed up my neck. "Shit! I am so sorry..I didn't realized" I apologized quickly, feeling heat rushing to my cheeks. Fuck! I have been sitting in his lap for hours? Oh Moon Goddess.. He didn't say anything and got off the bed before doing a little stretching.

I’ve been thinking about it since last night, and while we’re here, together and alone, I think it’s time. I lean against the tree and pat my leg. “Come sit with me?” I ask. I’ve been touching her all night and now with her sitting away from me, the space around me feels unpleasantly empty. She moves over to me, ready to sit beside me, but I grab her by the waist and turn her, sitting her in my lap, so she’s facing me. I want to see her face and have her see mine for this conversation. She yelps a bit when she settles in my lap. I’m guessing she’s never been in a situation where she’s straddled a man that she wasn’t pinning to the ground in training.

He took off his jacket. “Come here.”He said, his voice commanding. I stood up, leaving the safety of my robe behind, completely and I walked over slowly to him. He took my hand and I could clearly see the bulge in his pants which got me more excited. “Sit here.”He said and pulled me down to his lap. I started to sit on his laps like I would on a bench… “No, straddle me.”He ordered. I paused, then lifted one leg over him and sat on his lap, facing him.

The prospect of him falling asleep in her lap felt both tender and infuriating, a jumbled mix of emotions swirling inside her. At that moment, Aria knew he had no intention of getting up from where he rested his head on her lap. The gentle rise and fall of his breathing was disarming, lulling her into a state of unexpected calm despite her irritation. She glanced down at him, trying to decipher the line between playful arrogance and genuine exhaustion.

"But not now, because right now I have no desire to wait to have you." He held one of her knees and pulled her leg, causing it to bend, and positioned himself, penetrating her. Moving slowly, he did the same with the other leg, making her even more open to him and going even deeper. She clutched the sheets tightly and raised her hips towards him, in the same rhythm as his movements. Then he placed her legs around his hips and began to rise, sitting on his heels while pulling her body so that she sat on his lap in a lotus position.

“Move over.” “Huh?” “I am going to lay with my mate, Lach, and to do that I need more than a millimetre of space.” She teased, but I don’t need to hear any more, and am already edging myself across the bed for her to snuggle into my arms…

he commanded, gesturing to his lap. I crawled across the leather seat, the material cool against my bare skin, until I was positioned over him again. As I sank onto his lap, I felt the massive, rigid length of his cock pressing against my heat through his trousers. I let out a soft moan, my head falling back, my spine arching.

Before I could complete my sentence, Layla was out of her seat. And then she approached me, sliding onto my lap with ease. Straddling me. This night was turning into something worse than I thought it would.

“Maybe…” I slowly step across the room, around his desk to stop in front of him. I place my fingers on his chest and then give him a little push, making him sit down in his chair. I don’t say anything as I then place my hands on his knees and then slowly slide them up along his thighs, over his abdomen and chest as I climb on his lap.

Her backpack hit the floor with a thud after she had grasped what was going on, the sound echoing through the hall. “Caden…” My name left her mouth more of a warning than a protest. “Sir.” I corrected sharply, tapping my thigh lightly before resting one arm against the armrest. “Over my lap.” She didn't move immediately. Her throat bobbed once, eyes darting toward the closed lecture hall again before returning to me. “Someone might—” “Now.” “But—” “Don’t let me ask twice.” Eventually, she clumsily lay across my lap, chest pressed to my thighs. My cock twitched in my pants at the contact.