Sitting On Lap In Car Novels & Stories

“Come sit on my lap.” The car felt smaller suddenly, the air thick with everything unsaid. His touch was firm, patient, and coaxing. I bit my lip as I moved across the console, my skirt riding up as I settled on his lap. He reclined the seat, making just enough room for what he wanted.

I said to myself. Jut as I was admiring my own mate, the car began to shake from all the bumpy road works causing Chris’ head to slip from my elbow, panicked and unconsciously, my hand reached our and caught his body from falling, not knowing when this bumpy road would end and not wanting Chris to feel uncomfortable whilst he sleeps, I decided to put him on my lap, then he won’t have to worry about falling and bumping his head anywhere. Just as my mind was set, I quickly positioned him on my knee, it was basically a princess carry pose.

Opening the back door I realize I don't have a car seat "Shh don't tell Nina, okay I promise I'll let you have ice cream for dinner when you're older," I say and she mumbles shoving her little hands into her mouth. Okay, then I'll take that as a yes. Climbing into the front I place her on my lap giving her enough space between herself and the steering wheel. Seeing that we're both comfortable I start the car

Between the two of them Adrian is folded into the back of the limo in a matter of seconds, and then I climb in after him and the door closes and the car is moving again before I've fully decided what to do next. I pull Adrian's legs up onto the seat and situate his head on my lap because it is the only arrangement that makes any practical sense given the space, and for a moment I just sit there with my hands resting on the seat on either side of me and stare at the ceiling of the limo and breathe. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

’’ He asked placing his hand on her thigh when she grabbed it and moved it upwards staring at him continuously. ‘’More than you can even imagine.’’ She replied sitting on his lap in the car when he pushed the button to bind between them and the driver.

At that moment, I didn't really care if anyone was around, watching us. I was sitting on his lap in the driver's seat of the car. His shirt was still not buttoned up. I was playing with the curls on his chest. My cheek was pressed against his chest. His heart beat at a calm and soothing rhythm that calmed all the roaring storms in me. “Are you feeling better?” He asked me, as if I was the one who needed care in any way.

She likes popularity so she enjoys being around them, with her body as payment for their popularity service. Girls crowd them like ants crowding sugar. One is sitting on Ryan’s lap as he sits at the back of his car. His hands are crawling up her hips. Fear sets in my bones like an arrow shooting into me. I take my eyes off them. I’m not out of the car yet but I know they are waiting for me to come out. They are all looking in the direction of my car.

"Pull over." His brows furrowed with confusion. "What?" "Pull over, please." He turned to me as if to ask if I was sure, then slowly nodded. He found a good spot to park, and she slowly pulled over. Without a word, I removed the seat belt around me, then started to move, my head bent, and I went on my knees in the car. "What are you doing?" "Just wait." It didn't wipe his confusion, and I slowly moved, then sat on his lap, my legs on either side of him. His eyes widened, but he broke into laughter.

"Hop in." I hesitated for a split second, my hand trembling as I gripped the cold metal handle of the car door. I wanted to pull Ella back, but she was already sliding onto the worn leather seat with a happy sigh. Not wanting to leave her alone with a total stranger, I quickly climbed into the back seat right beside her, slamming the heavy door shut behind us. The driver immediately slammed his foot on the gas pedal, and the old vehicle lurched forward with a loud squeal of the tires, kicking up a massive cloud of dust as we sped down the empty asphalt highway.

When he tossed me the keys, I caught them midair, frowning. “I thought no one drives your Audi?” He smirked darkly as he opened the door. “Exactly. You’re not driving. You’re sitting on me.” I stared at him like he’d lost his mind. “What?” “Come on, Gattina. Don’t make me drag you.” Against all reason and against all warnings from my dignity. I climbed into the car and sat on his lap. I instantly felt his arousal pressing against me, and as I shifted slightly, he groaned into my neck.