Straddling His Lap Novels & Stories

Good. When I reached him, I stepped right into his space, so close our chests almost touched. His scent hit me hard, something warm and sharp and aggravatingly addictive. His breath hitched. Perfect. I lifted one knee and slid into his lap, straddling him smoothly. His hands flew up like he didn’t know if he should grab me or throw me off. “Leon you shouldn't....” he choked out. I shouldn't? Well too bad for him I wasn't dhoing anything because I should or shouldn't. I was doing it because I wanted to.

I teased, suppressing a grin that was threatening to spill from the corners of my mouth. Growing impatient, he pulled me up and dropped me onto his lap, making me straddle him. His muscular arms curved around my waist as he grabbed me by the back of my head and drew my face closer to his. Our lips only milliseconds apart.

I let out an uncomfortable laugh, trying to pull the strap back up. “And? We’re not doing anything wrong. I’m just being friendly to someone I’m intrigued with…,” his straightforwardness left shivers running up and down my spine. He suddenly turned and rested his head in my lap, causing me to place my hands on the bed behind me, supporting my body. “Relax a bit. I’ll never do anything to hurt you,” he mumbled before turning and facing my belly, his face buried in my body. I felt his hands wrapped behind my back, so tightly that I could feel my breathing.

I don't reply and the next moment, he grabs my waist and pulls me to his lap. " Hey ! What are you doing ! ", I wiggle, already sitting on his lap. " Shh..don't move.", he whispers in my ear, making his grip tight on my hip and restricting my movements. " Wh..why did you pull me to your lap now ?", I ask him as he reach his hands and move my history text closer to us. " This is a nice position, right ?", he asks in a sexy deep voice. " No.", I shake my head. " Not at all for s..studying.", I say and try to get out of his lap. But he holds me in place with his strong arms.

she murmured impishly, her eyes locking onto his. Luciano shook his head, a low rumble vibrating in his chest. Reaching out, he hooked a hand behind her knee and yanked her leg over his hip, dragging her body flush against his until she was half-straddling his lap. She had to release her grip on him just to handle the sudden shift, her bare knee sinking into the thick fibers of the rug.

His strides had the grace of a greek god, his hips and shoulders moving in a masculine way that made my mouth water. I gasped when he lifted me off the couch and took my spot then settled me on his lap to straddle him instead of sitting on the space beside me like I’d asked. “It better be the weather you guys were talking about.” He drawled, his handsome face level with mine. I bit back a smile. “Nah, we have a lot more in common for it to be that.” His eyes darkened, deliciously. “The last thing you should do now is tease me, woman.”

I leaned back, my head thumping against his shoulder. “You’re shivering, Ivy,” Nathan murmured. His hand moved from my neck to my waist, pulling me closer. “I’m cold,” I admitted, though my skin felt like it was on fire where he touched me. “Then stop sitting on the edge of the chair,” he said. He didn't ask; he simply gripped my hips and lifted me, settling me firmly onto his lap. I gasped, my legs straddling his thighs, my petite frame feeling utterly enveloped by his. He kept his hands on my waist, holding me there, forcing me to look him in the eye.

“Tell me to stop.” “No.” “Tell me to stop because if you don’t I’m going to—” “I said NO.” I climbed across the center console. It was graceless and clumsy and my knee caught on the gearshift and my hip slammed into the steering wheel. I didn’t care about any of it because his hands were on my waist pulling me over and then I was in his lap, straddling him in the driver’s seat with my knees on either side of his hips and my skirt shoved up around my thighs and his mouth on my throat.

I leaned in, already knowing I was in trouble. He pulled me onto his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. My legs straddled his thighs, my hands resting on his shoulders for balance. The seat was wide enough, but it still felt too small with him this close—his warmth, his cologne, his everything. “I like this view better,” he murmured, his hands sliding under my sweatshirt, settling on my bare waist. “Don’t you have work?” I teased, even though my voice came out softer than I intended.