Sitting On His Lap Novels & Stories

he gestured to me to come over to his side. I slowly nodded in response and went to meet him. He was sitting on his chair and then collected the coffee from me. I stood there watching him sip the coffee like some kind of psycho. " Sit," he commanded,tapping his lap. It took some time for me to process that." Wha…what?" I asked to confirm which I could clearly tell that it got him irritated. " Don't make me repeat myself," he ordered. I didn't think twice before making myself at home on his lap. My stomach was going nuts but I couldn't help it, it felt so good.

"Now you are going to sit here on my lap." "What if I don't want to sit on your lap?" I ask, challengingly. Jace smirks, leaving one hand behind my back, settled on my waist and his other hand on my thigh. "Fine, then you can sit on Austin's lap. One way or another you are sitting over here with us though. On one of our laps." I laugh and Austin smiles at me. "Fine, but if I get to heavy or something just let me know and I will stand up."

I quickly follow the order, not willing to annoy him more than he already is. When I sit down, he immediately says, “No, don't sit there, come here.” I squint my eyes in confusion. He cocks a brow when I remain in the same spot. That alone is enough to make me rush to his side, just as fast. “Good girl. Now sit on my lap,” he says, and this time, I note the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You look beautiful when you're obedient.” He takes my hand and pulls me over to his lap, leaving me with a mixture of confusion and excitement. Only then, do I realize, I've missed being this close to him. My body simmers in excitement.

He seems tense but he manages to compose himself. “What?” He chuckled, obviously nervous, “Its only you and me. No one else.” I felt butterflies in my stomach and I felt like my face is on fire. I couldn't prevent myself from smiling and I would be a liar if I won't sit on his lap. My instinct wanted me to feel his warm body. I bite my lower lip as I carefully sat on his lap. I'm kind of shaking but I'll deal with it. He was grinning from ear to ear, showing his white shiny teeth. He pulled me in and my body rested on his chest. My body is getting warm like I had a fever. It’s something new to me and I love it.

he rasped, holding on to my thighs. For a minute or so, I sat on his lap as I tried to regain my breath. I bit my bottom lip and watched him. The strained expression in his eyes showed how much he was attempting to fight this. Yet, he didn’t rush me – he just allowed me to do things at my pace. I rose from his thighs, only to sink hard. “Fuck!” he groaned.

He pats his lap slowly, “You can sit here. I don’t bite.” Amelia eyed his lap like it was some dangerous trap, “Don’t bother, I will just pick one chair on that side.” But before she could move, he pulled her on his lap and smiled at the shocked look on her face. “See. It doesn’t harm in any way.” Amelia looked away from him. His laptop had suddenly become the most interesting thing to her. Her face was tinted red.

It turns out he was standing beside me all this time! “ Oh!" I groan. “ I.. I'm sorry," I apologize as soon as I regain my composure. “ Come here,” he says nonchalantly as he sits down on the piano chair. He gestures for me to sit down on his lap and slowly, I sit down, wiggling my butt to make myself comfortable on his lap. " You said you knew how to play the piano, right?” He asks, his hot breath caressing my skin. My senses are assaulted by his breath and touch, but I try to control myself.

“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.”

he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Yeah," I said, forcing my own smile. "I'm here." His gaze briefly swept over me, taking in the jersey and the way it fit. Something flickered in his expression before he blinked, and it was gone so quickly I almost thought I'd imagined it. Then he tapped his lap. "Come sit on my lap."