Sitting On Boyfriend Lap Novels & Stories

"Yes." Jay pushed me. Not hard. Just enough to make me step back. Then he pushed me again. And again. Until my calves hit the couch and I fell onto it. He stood over me. Looking down. His eyes were dark. "Take off your shirt," he said. I pulled it over my head. Tossed it aside. Jay climbed onto the couch. Straddled my lap. His knees pressed into the cushions on either side of my hips. "Jay —" "Shut up.

I take the first aid kit from him, and we end up sitting on his bed, me cross-legged with supplies spread out beside me. "This would be easier if you just sat here," he says, patting his lap. I stare at him. "Absolutely not." "It'll be more comfortable." "For who?" "For me." His smirk appears, small but there. "Come on, Holloway. It's not like we haven't been closer than this." My face burns, but he's right. And arguing will just make this take longer. I move to straddle his lap, carefully settling my weight, hyper-aware of every point of contact between our bodies. His hands immediately go to my waist, steadying me.

I chuckled, pinching his side and he bark out a laugh. We got to the garage and we both entered into his car. After Giovanni had helped me with the seatbelt, he started the car and drove me to the smoothie shop. Once outside of the smoothie shop, Giovanni killed the engine and undid my seatbelt, pulling me on his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck, smiling at him as I rubbed my ass on his crotch. Fuck! I am so in love with my boyfriend. He is the most handsome man I have ever seen.

I sit down and he stands between my legs. We stare intensely into each other’s eyes, breathing heavily. He runs his hand through my hair and I close my eyes for a moment. He moves even closer, straddling me by kneeling on either side of my body and sitting on my lap. We kiss again. I hold his back firmly as he grinds on my lap, creating that delicious friction between our cocks. I’m almost at my limit. I’ve been needing release almost all day.

I begged, as he looked at me, before going to sit down. He asked me to sit on his hands and I did. "It hurts me that you are asking this," he complained. "But let's see, I have never looked at Xylah in a romantic kind of way, she was just always a little sister to me," he continued. "Come here," he said, relaxing his chair so I could rest on his chest while sitting on his lap. "Just stay there, do you know why I put you on my left?" He questioned. "No," I replied and was about to raise my head when he stopped me.

He patted his lap. “I’m not going to sit on your lap. I’ll crush you.” I knew that I wasn’t the skinniest girl in the world; I had curves, and I liked them. But the thought of sitting on his lap made me embarrassed. I didn’t want him to realize just how heavy I was. “You are not going to crush me.” His face became serious. “Drop the backpack and sit.” He patted his lap again. I rolled my eyes at him but did as he asked. As soon as my ass met his legs, he pulled me close and kissed me hard.

I started to sit in the chair opposite him, but he shook his head lightly. “No,” he murmured. “Sit here.” He patted his thigh. My heart flipped. “On… your lap?” I whispered. He arched a brow, amused. “I won’t bite, Anya.” I could feel my entire face burn, but my legs betrayed me and carried me forward. Slowly—so slowly—I lowered myself onto his lap. His arm circled my waist instantly, holding me securely, warmly. My breath hitched at the contact. He didn’t smirk.

The way he had filled me while his son slept inches away. My boyfriend sat at the small table in the sitting room. His laptop was open. He typed fast with his eyes on the screen. He had not looked up once since we woke. He kissed my cheek and said good morning. Asked if I slept well. I lied. Said yes. He smiled and went back to work.

He pulled my wrist as he guided me to sit on his lap. I bit my lower lip as I felt his hardness on my stomach. I hugged him as the friction of our chest together felt so fucking good. He held my neck as he pulled my face to his until our lips met and it danced again. I glided my body while I was sitting on his lap and he was sitting on the floor. Even with our clothes on, the feeling was euphoric. His kisses went down on my jaw down to my neck. I couldn't help but moan as I felt him leaving marks on my skin. I gasped heavily as I gave myself up to him, once again.

I shouted. "You're sitting where I'm supposed to be."He said sitting beside Damon and engulfing his arms in his. "I'm supposed to be sitting beside him not you."I said and Damon laughed pulling me to sit on his laps. "You can sit beside him but you can't sit on his laps."I said sticking my tongue out at him while he just rolled his eyes. I moved trying to sit comfortably on his laps."Stop doing that Lee."He growled out lowly. I mouthed 'oh' and he placed me on his laps well before wrapping his arms around me and nuzzling my neck.