Sitting On Lap In Car Novels & Stories

he answered as I got out of the car and stood by the door. "Make up your mind, Mike, it's hot out here." "Ok," Mike looked at me. "Ok, you can sit on my lap." "Mike, it's a five hour drive to your college," his father said. "I know, but mom doesn't weigh much. What do you say, mom. Would you mind sitting on my lap?" 'Ok, I'll sit on your lap. But if it gets too uncomfortable I want to stop at a rest stop." I said looking at Steve my husband. He agreed. "Ok, let's get our showers so we can get on the road."

I won't engage with him, and I can't. When the car arrives, we exit the apartment and climb the stairs to find a Honda Civic waiting. Both Kent and I want to sit in the front, but Kyle opens the door, hops in, and strikes up a conversation with the driver about his night. "Julianna, you'll have to sit in the middle in the back," Mark informs me, and I grumble inwardly. I really don't like this right now. Mark gets in, and Kent and I circle around to the other side. "Stay on your side," he mutters as I grumble. I sit next to Mark and decide not to fasten my seatbelt.

She meant to hide from me, but her body can’t take it. “Come here,” I sigh. She pauses, “What?” She asks, her eyes meeting mine again. “Sit in my lap,” I calmly say. Her eyes widen, “You’re driving.” “And you’re still not in my lap.” I groan, “Get in my fucking lap, Siren.” That gets her to move, she settles in my lap, her legs dangling on either side of me. “Now what?” “I’m going to keep you busy for the next hour,” I tell her, to start the car. “You’re practically squirming in your seat like you didn’t get fucked at the waterfall.”

Re…mus said I nodded and did just that. I let out a short scream, tears rolled down my eyes. Zemia pulled me and cradled me in his arms, tears rolled down my eyes. I was riding in pain. I sat on his lap, wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed myself on his chest with my head down on his shoulders. In a matter of seconds I felt the pain go away, I tried shaking off but Zemia held me tight close to him. After a while I got comfortable. “That car has been following us!!.” I announced that two cars had been behind us since I sat on Zemia with my back facing the road and my eyes behind us.

he said after another hard jolt sent me sliding, patting his lap like the offer was no big deal. I should’ve said no. My mouth moved anyway. “Yeah… okay.” He eased the car onto the shoulder and let the engine idle for a moment. I unbuckled, heart pounding hard against my ribs, and climbed over the console. My short, flowy skirt rode up high on my thick thighs as I lowered myself onto his lap, settling with my back flush against his solid, warm chest, facing the road ahead.

“Am I not here making sure you are not hungry?” When I finished eating, I said, “I didn’t mean—” “I know exactly what you mean, princess. But tell me, isn’t it better to eat sitting in my lap instead of on your knees by his side.” I didn’t have a response for him, and I didn’t even know why I even bothered and said what I said. _ The car ride home was quiet. Too quiet. Allister drove with one hand while the other rested on his thigh. And I kept my gaze outside the window, watching the world blur past, trying to ignore how warm my skin has been feeling since he pulled me in his lap and fed me.

"Go before one of them decides to eat you for making them late." Jackson couldn't wipe the grin off his face as he hurried over to the backseat and scrambled in. He sat in the middle seat where at least he had a little bit of room for his long legs. The car was just too small for a full-grown man to be sitting in the backseat.

But for Candace to throw it at her face like that hurts badly. "Xavier, Can I sit like this for a little longer?" she whispered in a small voice. She is sitting on his lap, and the drive to Nashville is longer. She cannot possibly sit on his lap the whole drive. But she just wants to sit a big longer, until she no longer feels breathless from the pain inside. To her surprise, he adjusted her position. She is now straddling his lap with her legs folded on either side of his hips. He removed his jacket and draped it casually around her. There is nothing intimate about his gesture. This was just pure comfort.

RIVER BROWN “Do you always drive like this?” He doesn’t say anything like he hasn’t said anything since he kissed my neck, ordered me to get in the car, sit on his lap while he drives us to wherever he is taking me. My hands circle his waist and my cheek rests on the cold surface that acts as skin on his chest. I’m sitting on his lap. He is driving us around. The whole atmosphere is tense. “What is it with you guys making women sit on your laps?”

"I'm going to think about this every single time I sit in this car. Every time I drive it." He pulls me onto his lap. "One more."