Sitting On Lap Story Novels & Stories

I looked at him and then the chair hesitantly, "Sit next to me or sit on my lap. Your call." I didn't dare to say anything. It was like my throat decided to close up and all of the sudden, my vocal chord stopped working. So, this is how he plays. I was about to open my mouth and replied to Liam but it was too late. The second he didn't get my answer verbally, he took his seat and the next thing I knew, I was sitting on his lap. On. His. Lap. "Liam!" I hissed quietly through my teeth. I didn't want people to look but hell, I was pissed.

I roll my shoulders. “I feel fine” He smiles, standing next to me. “Here, sit” I stand up, moving the work towards me. Daniel sits, tugging on my waist. “What?” I ask, trying to solve the simple math problem. “Sit down” He whines, causing me to laugh. I sit on his lap and he grabs the pen out of my hand, his left arm around my waist. I sit on his lap while he finishes up his sheet. “All done. Now, lets go” He picks me up, throwing me on the bed.

I looked at him, confused. “It’s more comfortable for us if you sit in my lap. I promise I will not take any unwanted liberties with your body, but I need access to your neck.” I looked at everyone, feeling suddenly shy, but I nodded and looked at his lap. “How do I-?” He spoke for me, “How do you sit in my lap? Please sit in front of me, and I will help you.”

"I... I can't..." "Elara." His voice dropped lower. "Don't make me repeat myself." My whole body went cold. I set down my glass with shaking hands. This is not happening. This is not happening. But it was happening. I stood up slowly. My legs felt like jelly. I walked over to him, taking tiny steps. I stood in front of him, not knowing what to do. How do you sit on someone's lap? I'd never done this before. Not like this.

If one is to look closely, you would notice the limp when he walks. He sat on his chair and I was confused, where would I sit? There was no chair next to him and all thr other chairs has been occupied. Micah also noticed that there were no empty seats so he pulled me by my waist and I landed on his lap. I gasped in surprise and other cleared their throat pretending to not have noticed what just happened. I tried getting up but Micah wasn't having it. He's wounded and I do not need to add to his pain.

Davien, acting like a bigger person once again, voiced, “You know what? How about I sit in the empty seat, and you sit on my lap for the evening?” He said it with affection, melting my rage without trying. I bet his voice was loud enough for the people in the hall to hear him, and I heard a few “AWWs.” My mate didn’t wait for me to process his words or how numb his legs would feel at the end of what I knew would be a long ceremony. He led me to the empty seat, settled down, and patted his lap, urging me to sit comfortably. “You know they don’t deserve you, right?” I whispered to Davien as I sat on his lap, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.

I screeched while clinging to my pants tightly. Just what did he take me for? He had just kissed Sierra moments ago! In fact, he had just climbed out of her bed earlier today! "Let's start over, okay?" Grabbing both of my hands in one of his, he used the other to yank down my pants before forcing my legs wide open by wedging his knee between them. "Get off of me, Zachary!" I thrashed around wildly. However, he simply leaned down to nibble on my ear, murmuring, "Relax, honey. You'll get hurt otherwise."

I replied as I invited her to sit down. But Stacey put her bag on the table and came closer to me. She took off her shoes and sat on my lap. “Sit on the couch, not like this,” I pleaded. “Why? Are you afraid of people seeing us? Aren’t we used to doing this?” she asked. “I have something serious to talk to you about, so it’s more comfortable for us if you don’t sit on my lap. Please,” I replied. A look of displeasure crossed her face. She stood up while grumbling.

I say wrapping my arm around his neck, so I was a little more comfortable, but a simple scoff leaves his lips as he signs his name on the bottom of some item of paperwork. “We do not need a chair; my lap is the best seat.” He tells me pulling a piece of paper to the side so he could sign another, all one handed due to his other being on my waist. “You weren’t complaining last night, to me you enjoyed sitting on my lap.” He smirked once again referencing the time we spent together yesterday; another roll of my eyes erupts as I lay my head down on his shoulder and my legs across his lap so I wouldn’t get in the way.

She usually sits her sexy ass on my lap. “Oh stop we have a ton of shit to get through before that conference call tomorrow.” She snarks, rolling her eyes. “Sorry, it’s just you usually sit that sexy ass in my lap. In fact, my lap feels empty.” I say with a sad sigh.