Sitting On Lap Story Novels & Stories

she asked, squinting her eyes at me. Tara had never disturbed me whenever I was working. So to ask her to sit on my lap was new to her. She was unsure if it was okay. “Absolutely,” I replied and she sat comfortably on my lap and laid her head on my shoulder. However, she left my lap after a good ten minutes of sitting on my lap. “What’s wrong?” I asked. Working while she’s on my lap was enjoyable, but I was bewildered when she abruptly stood up. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” she was worried about me, I could hear her tone.

Jax chuckled, his hand hovering over my half-exposed backside, but he didn’t touch me. Scrambling, I pulled the already short skirt back over my ass, my eyes flashing in his direction as I pushed myself up into a sitting position. Not that it made anything better. I ended up sitting on his lap. Like fully on his lap. Which was the last place I wanted to be.

I asked. "Come here." He said and stretched out his hand. I knew what was coming next. He is going to lift me and place me on his lap. Mummy said I should stop sitting on his lap because he has weak legs but I really enjoy sitting on his lap and he always offers his lap. I sat on his lap. "For someone to fall in love with another person, they have to actually spend time together and get to know each other..." "I have been trying to get them to spend time together then that evil woman showed up." I interrupted.

I asked as he got up "Because I know you. Sit down and I'll sit on you because our table is full" He said to me and I did what he said. He sat on my lap but his ass was right on my shaft. "So um can you sit across my knee because I'm sure if you keep sitting like this, there will be a tent in my jeans" I said to him "Since you're wearing jeans it wouldn't be a tent just a bulge" He said laughing as he readjust himself

The longer he held me, the more I was sure that my shoulder was throbbing more intensely than before. What is happening to my body again? Whenever he touches me or when we get close, my body starts to react in such strange ways that I didn’t understand. I looked down as I hesitated to do what he obviously wanted me to do. How am I supposed to just sit on his lap? “It’s easier if we sit on the same side of the table. Sit down on my lap,” he instructed more directly than I would have liked. “I can bring a chair…” I began saying before I clamped my mouth shut.

And now he's pulling him along toward the fire. Jacob looked around and bit his lip when he realized there wasn't enough chairs for the both of them. "Just sit in his lap!" Ethan hollered out, and Jacob blushed. Jacob looked at the chair before looking at Jeremy and waited for him to sit. 'Oh my god! Is this really happening? Is he going to let me sit in his lap?! Oh my God I can't breathe!' "You can go ahead and sit, I can stand." Jeremy said, gesturing his hand toward the chair for his mate to sit.

“No way. A deal’s a deal.” Relieved he’d said no, I sat down on his lap again. When I settled on his lap I was disappointed to discover his erection was gone. I didn’t need to be. After about ten seconds of sitting on his lap I felt him poking my ass again. God! He feels so big!

Confused, I watched him slightly turn my body and lower me to sit on his thigh. I sat frozen, feeling my face heat up while being hyperaware of his hand sitting on my lower back and the one resting on my tummy. I had never sat on a man's lap aside from my father's; when I was little and now sitting on Jasper’s huge and muscled thigh made me feel so small and yet so safe. Jasper gently swept my hair away from my neck and planted a kiss on the spot in between my shoulder and my neck. The moment he did that, jolts of sweet lightning hit me at the spot and I flinched, pulling away slightly.

Baron asked deeply, his arms tightening around my waist preventing me from getting up from his lap. “Wouldn’t you want me to sit on that chair, isn’t it unprofessional for us to be speaking with this couple while I’m sat on your lap especially, when there is a chair right there?” I asked a little dumbfounded pointing over to the perfectly good chair, it was very comfortable but secretly, I preferred sitting on Baron’s lap.

Good thing the seat is long and we don’t have to squish each other. I was about to sit but quickly stand when I touched something that I am certain was not a seat. “S-Sorry, sir…” I said when I realized I sat on his lap. I want to slap myself out of embarrassment, but Sir Gleck just shrug and chuckled. “It’s fine. You can sit here if you want,” he said and tapped his lap. I awkwardly smile and immediately sit on the vacant seat beside him. “You don’t want to? Okay,” he said and shrugged.