Laying Across Someone's Lap Novels & Stories

“Do you want to be?” he asked. I grabbed his hands on my waist before dropping them to his sides. Getting off his lap, I turned around. The moment I did, he pushed me down so my chest lay on top of the table while his hands moved down to my bottom.

I hear someone call me and look across the table to see it was Jake. "You can come and sit here on my lap Bethany, I don't mind!" That's pretty forward for Jake and I thought he was over his crush on me but now I'm not so sure, but one thing I am sure of is I don't want to sit on his lap. Before I can even reply I get pulled down until I'm sitting sideways on someone else's lap, I gasp and look up to find it was Liam who pulled me onto his lap and I quickly notice he is staring at Jake and I feel his body tense underneath me.

The dressing table has been smashed in two and the floor is covered in sharp pieces of glass. I move quickly and take her by surprise. Her hands go up in defence and she punches me straight in my jaw as I throw her over one shoulder in a fireman’s carry. She hammers down hit after hit onto my back and her legs fling wildly at my front. I pick my way careful back over the glass littered carpet to the other side of the room where I take a seat on one of the chairs and move her so she lays across my lap, face down. ‘Be still NOW!’ I command her and she stops moving. Her small frame fits easily in my lap, her hips over one leg so her ass is up in the air and her chest across my other leg with he

Then his eyes lock on mine again. “Now,” he says, his voice softer but still layered with that dominance that coils heat in my belly, “let’s try this again.” He taps his lap—once. My knees nearly give out as my feet move too fast before my brain can comprehend. I close the space between us, sitting gently on his lap with his hands, dragging me closer until my back comes in contact with his chest. I feel him. All of him. Hard, thick, and pressed right against where I’m aching the most.

I gasp out as I struggle to accept Jessa climbing into my lap again. “Shhhh.” She hushes quietly near my ear. She’s pushed me back against the couch again and is straddling my legs with one hand on the side of my face gently holding the other cheek against hers. I raise my hands with the purpose of placing them on her hips so I can gently move her off my lap but I’m in an impossible position. I can’t handle the emotions that come with her straddling my legs but I’m suddenly struggling to touch her as well.

“You’re incredible.” Jasper backs up and sits on the couch. He motions me over and tugs me between his thighs as he says, “Someone mentioned a lap dance. I assume it’s my lap we’re talking about?” His fingers hook under the elastic of my underwear, and the silk scrapes against my legs as he pulls them down. I kick them off my feet. “Definitely your lap, but I’m not sure how it’s usually done.” The sofa sinks under my knees as I climb on to straddle Jasper’s thighs. “Although we’re smart, and I think we can figure this out.”

"Don't make me beg. I'm too tired for that." My feet move despite the warning bells in my head. I cross the room in quick strides and stop between his spread knees. He's slouched low in the leather chair, his head tipped back against the headrest, watching me through half-lidded eyes. He pats his thigh, inviting me. "Sit." I gulp again, but I'm already moving. I lower myself carefully onto his lap, straddling one of his thick thighs. His arms come around me instantly, loose but possessive, pulling me flush against his chest. The blood on his shirt smears against my sleep shirt.

He said then suddenly he turned around in his place and laid his head on my lap. What should I do?

“Up. On your knees.” She blinked in surprise. Still curled in his lap, wrapped in the thin barrier of his jacket, Lila hesitated. Lucas didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. His fingers skimmed under the fabric, trailing down her spine. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” Her heartbeat kicked harder, not out of fear—but recognition. She moved. Slowly. Carefully. She slid from his lap and turned, positioning herself between his legs, kneeling. The soft carpet beneath her knees contrasted with the burn in her chest. The jacket slipped from her shoulders, pooling around her arms until she was bare again.

"On my lap." he says, leaning back into the deep cushions of the sofa, spreading his legs. I smile. My chest beats so rapidly I can't hide my euphoria if I wanted to. Using the center table as support, I stand up and go over to him. I want to wait for confirmation, but I sit anyway when he says nothing. I look at his face for discomfort. I assure you, I'm not a lightweight, but his face holds no discomfort. He didn't squeeze his eyes. Nor did his eyebrows squint or shoot up. He didn't gulp or wince. I sit on his lap, then closer, settling half of my weight on him, then he pulls me closer. I fall onto his chest. "When I say sit, I mean sit your full weight on my lap, cock, face, wherever." I'