Sitting On His Lap Novels & Stories

He leans back against the leather, legs spreading just enough, one hand patting his thigh once. “Sit on my lap.” My stomach flips. “I—” His eyes narrow, playful but edged with steel. “Don’t make me ask twice, pup.” I hesitate. One heartbeat. Two. Then I move—slow, shaky—climbing into his lap, knees bracketing his hips, hands resting uncertainly on his shoulders. The second I settle, his arms come around me—loose enough that I could pull away, tight enough that I know I won’t. “There,” he murmurs against my ear, lips brushing the shell. “Was that so hard?”

He utters and chuckles but he only gains a sharp glare from me, " Just kidding. Come." I crawl over. My butt is still in pain, this man is gone wild last night. He even put a lot of hickey on me. Two on my neck, it is too hard to hide and those other hickeys place on my tummy, beside my nipple, on my legs and the one that insanes me a lot is the hicked nearby my thing. "Sit on my lap." He demands. I crease my forehead because of me having no idea why does he wants me to sit on his lap even though the bed is more than enough for me to sit on. I just obey him and sit on his lap without hesitation.

I lightly push his arm off of me and he rolls onto his back. I sit up and shift to my knees, moving slowly and trying to be as quiet as possible. I get one of my knees on the other side of Kane and I’m now pretty much straddling him, but he still hasn’t woken up. I go to throw my other leg over, but Kane quickly grabs my hips and pulls me down so that I’m fully sitting on his lap. “Are you trying to sneak out?” His voice is deep, laced with sleep. I blink. Kane is holding me down on his lap… and he’s hard.

I fiddled with my thumbs. He sighed and sat down next to me, “I usually won’t say anything, it’s your life and all but-” He grabbed my wrist startling me, “There’s something very wrong here.” He then lifted me up slightly and made me sit on his lap. The whole scenario happened even before I could process it. He sure has a lot of speed. But more than that. This position was very embarrassing. I mean I’m sitting on the lap of a very hot guy! And this is his house!

He seems to like that. "Why do you want to go back there?" He asks, his voice low as he breathes heavily. I scooch in between him and the table before sitting on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and curling up into him. His arms grip me tightly, a little too tightly, but I ignore the small bite of pain as I try to calm his wolf down.

“I just bent over to pick something up…” His eyes raked over me—hungry, furious, aroused. “That skirt barely covers your ass. Those panties are fucking obscene. And you’re walking around like that on purpose.” I bit my lip—slow, deliberate. “Maybe I just wanted to be comfy.” A dark laugh escaped him. “Comfy.” I stepped closer—slow, swaying hips—until I stood between his spread thighs. Looked down at him with big eyes. “Can I sit on your lap? The couch feels cold without you.”

His dark, piercing eyes never left my face for even a fraction of a second, absorbing every single ounce of the raw pain, fear, and hesitation that was currently tearing my heart into pieces. Then, he slowly rose up from his knees on the hardwood floor, his massive frame towering over me for a brief second before he sat down heavily on the mattress right beside me. Without uttering a word, he reached his powerful arms out, grabbed my waist, and easily pulled my small body up and onto his lap so that I was fully straddling his thighs, facing his chest. His large, heavy hands settled firmly around my waist, holding my frame incredibly close against his warm, bare skin so that I could clearly f

And so she did. There was a moment when her clumsy man dropped his phone before he righted it, and Celine found herself looking into his warm eyes. He was sitting on the chair next to the dresser in this room, and as she looked over at it, Celine noticed that a guitar was propped up against it. There suddenly seemed to be a lump the size of a grapefruit sitting in her throat, as she forced herself to look back at the screen. And there he was, guitar in hand with his trademark grin, his voice a little huskier than usual as he began to speak.

Where am I supposed to sit, On his lap? I scooted closer to him and leaned forward but this evil man laid back on the bench. I bit on my lip and looked at him confused. "I don't have whole day, do it" He said. Is he fucking kidding me. Where am I supposed to sit? I went closer almost an inch away from sitting on his lap. He grabbed my arm and jerked me forward which made me fall on his lap. I took a deep breath. Fine, let's do it quickly and get over with it. I sat on his lap comfortably and rubbed cream on palm and started rubbing it on his chest.

He coughed and then said, "Don't think out of the box on this request but, I want you to come sit on my lap." My eyes widened in surprise, "Sit on your lap?" "Yes sir on my lap honey," he replied. "Okay..." I stood up and went up to him and went lower and my butt touched his laps.