Sitting On His Lap Novels & Stories

I said, pouting as I put the notebook down and sat in his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I don’t want to go anywhere," he pouted innocently, watching my face as if trying to persuade me to make him stay. But it wasn’t like he was going alone; I was accompanying him. "Do you not want to take care of your pack and perform your duties?" I shook my head at him in playful disapproval. “No! I want to sit here with you in my lap and just watch you boss me around,” he said, snuggling his face into my chest, making me giggle.

"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—"

I walk over and stand right in front of him. With the height difference his eyes are right at my lips. He parts his legs so I can step in, but I shake my head and he looks confused until I push his knees closed and sit on his lap, thankful he chose the armless chair so I can scoot close enough to wrap my arms around his neck. His hands naturally find my waist and hold on tight.

She slipped inside and closed it behind her. He was already seated behind the desk, sleeves rolled up, reading glasses perched on his nose as he marked papers. He didn’t look up. “Lock it.” Click. “Now come here.” She walked around the desk until she stood beside his chair. He pushed back slightly, creating space, and patted his thigh once. “Sit.” Sophia straddled his lap facing him, skirt riding high, bare pussy pressing against the hard line already straining his slacks. His hands settled on her hips, thumbs stroking the skin just above her waistband.

My stomach growls on instinct. He places the dish on the nightstand and crouches by the bed. "Sit up." I try, and fail. My arms give out halfway, and I slump back with a quiet gasp. He doesn’t say anything. Just sets the plate down, slips one arm under my knees, another behind my back, and lifts me like it’s nothing. He sits on the bed, settles me on his lap, wraps the duvet tighter around me, and grabs the plate. I blink up at him, weakly. "You kniw there are no cameras here."

He stops whatever thing he was doing and pats his laps for me. " Really.." I whine and sit on his laps. " You're late." " I had to work my ass out because I was late. I told you." I say as I move my hand down his chest, playing with his dress shirt buttons. " What's wrong with him ? Are you sure you don't want me to have a word with him ?" I roll my eyes and sit properly on his laps. His right hand snake around my waist as he rubs his hand down my waist igniting the fire in me.

Nate groans and his face portrays a man in pain. "Tell me if you want to stop," I say to him and look directly in his eyes. Though I want him like I never have before, I will not push him into doing anything he isn't ready for. "Don't stop," is all he says before latching his lips back onto me. He sits us both up so that my legs are on either sides of his hips and I am sitting on his lap. I brace myself against his chest which is hard underneath my hands as I feel his heart under my palm, pounding profoundly and agile. The feel of it is enough to bring more tears to my eyes.

He looked very sexy when he was trying to hold his lust in check. He stared at Zoe’s reddened cheeks and spoke softly, “Take your shoes off and sit on my lap.”

"Your place is right here, baby girl. You belong by my side...Besides, its not like this situation cannot be remedied." He added, a michievous smirk on his lips. There was a wild glint in his eyes, almost as if he was preparing to do something particularly crazy. I barely had time to react before he had perched himself on his seat, a wide grin on his lips as he pulled me down to sit on his lap.

He isn’t going to scare me off so easily. He raises a curious brow. “Oh? Well, good. Here is where we talk about limits and consent,” he says, sitting down on a loveseat. He pats his knee for me to come over. This all seems so normal, except for the fact that he just had me sit on his lap to discuss things. I sidle up to him, and when I get on his lap, his arms encircle me. It’s at once intimate and sexy, and my heartbeat races as he discusses limits and consent. I don’t even really know what I’m agreeing to. I’m starving for this. I want all of it.