Laying Across Someone's Lap 소설 & 이야기

He growled. Belle met his gaze, noticing the hunger, anticipation, determination and possessiveness in them. With a quick knee to his stomach, Layke groaned as he sat upright, allowing Belle to flip to her stomach. Just as she was practically on her feet, Layke gripped her by the hips and yanked her back down onto his lap.

But Hillary shifts closer to me, clearly uncomfortable. Then I see it—the guy’s hand, drifting toward her bare thigh. My jaw tightens. She moves her leg, but he keeps edging closer. Intentional. So I do the only thing that comes to mind. I slip an arm around her waist and lift her onto my lap, settling her between my manspread. She gasps softly and then relaxes against me. Fuck.

“Lay down with me, Katie.” “Wait, what?” I look at Jasper, trying to figure out how my mate ended up on his lap. “Bro, I didn’t do it.” Jasper’s eyes grow wide as the girls snuggle together, using his lap as a cushion. From the other side of him, Takoda and Lacey come to the trio and pile on the recliner with their friends and Jasper. The four women wrap their arms and legs around each other, creating a perfectly fitted puzzle. “Whoa, what the…” Jasper holds his hands up, trying to show that he had nothing to do with the pile of women quickly falling back asleep on his lap. “Estelle, what are they doing?”

He grunts, “I don’t like the idea of other people ogling your body.” She tilts her head and walks over to him. And pulls him and his chair away from the desk to make some room for her to sit on his lap. He sighs and pulls her close to his chest, she sighs,

And that's the goal right… Not losing my mind. I will not sit here all day and think about how much of the walking dead I'll-and talking about positions. After my pep talk to myself, I realize how compromising my situation is. My head is using his upper chest as a pillow. With my left hand resting on his lower abdomen and his hand is on my shoulder across my back. .... That's the easy part. One of my legs is shoved in between his and the other thrown over his. I am straddling his thigh. The leg in between his is dangerously close to a certain part of his anatomy.

"Come here, baby girl. Across my lap." My body responded before my mind could process the command. I crawled over to him, the sheets cool against my knees, and draped myself across his muscular thighs. The position left me feeling exposed, vulnerable. I felt Christopher's hand caress my exposed skin, his touch both soothing and electric. The luxurious sheets whispered against my body as I lay stretched across his lap, vulnerable yet thrumming with anticipation. "Now, baby girl," he murmured, his voice a silken purr that sent shivers down my spine. "You're going to count them, okay?"

I asked, my voice low as I took him in. He was lying on his stomach, his hand lightly resting on my leg, the other sprawled away from him. "Trying to sleep," he replied, his voice low. "You should too." I chucked, my fingers sinking into his silky strands of hair. "How am I supposed to be sleep with an entire man lying on my lap?" "Oh please," he said with a low growl. "Be a good girl. There has to be something you are good at apart from trying to kill yourself."

"Sorry. That was... uncalled for." He raises a brow, and thankfully, lets it go. "Hailey, you'll apply the moisturizer on Levi's face. He’ll return the favor. Got it?" I don't see why sitting on Levi's lap is even necessary for that, but I nod. "Got it." "Great. Now, take your positions." I quickly stand so Levi sits, and when it's time for me to sit on his lap, I hesitate. But it lasts for a second as Levi pulls me down to himself. "Lev—"

he said pointing at his lap. The windows are foamed thankfully but why does he want me to sit on his lap. I blushed as I looked to my left. "C'mon, you can totally afford to do that," he urged. I tried to stand up and crossed to his side, I tripped over his leg and he luckily caught me before my head bumps into the window. He fixed my position on his lap pulling me towards him even more. "You won’t refuse me today, will you?" he asked in a manly voice that radiated dominance.

Layla didn’t pull away or look away,instead— She lifted her gaze to meet his fully. Elias’s throat worked. He set the book aside. “Layla… you’re playing with fire coming here like this.” “Sit.” Layla said as he gestured to him to sit and he did. She walked to the edge of the bed, climbed on, and straddled his lap before he could protest. The nightie rode up, exposing her smooth, bare lap. She could already feel him thickening beneath the thin cotton of his pajamas. “I want you,” she breathed, rocking slowly against the growing ridge of his cock.