Straddling His Lap Novels & Stories

Cut off whatever he was going to say. His mouth was warm under mine. Tasted like copper. He made a sound against my lips. Surprise or want. His hands came up to my waist and gripped. I climbed into his lap. The chair rolled back slightly. I had to catch myself. My knees on either side of his hips. Straddling him in his office chair like this was normal, like there wasn’t blood on the floor and evidence of violence everywhere. His hands tightened on my waist.

She spluttered before she could stop herself, and his smile widened. Moving the laptop to the side, he reached over, placing his big hands on her hips. Pushing past the heavy twinge in his chest, he lifted her off the bed and onto his lap in a straddling position, making her gasp. “I thought we were focusing on Diana’s little sob story, I didn’t know I was turning you on. Tell me, what exactly got you all flustered?” He purred.

He reached out and grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap. I landed straddling him, my knees on either side of his thighs, my chest pressed against his, my face inches from his. The position was intimate and exposed and I could feel the heat of him through my thin nightwear and through his shirt and I could feel the hard length of him pressing against me through his pants.

I nodded my head in yes with a smile. “Ok,” he said with a smirk, and a happy smile formed on my face by knowing that he will let me help him but it didn't last any longer because with a second I was pulled towards him and he made me straddle on his lap making me bury my face in his neck while clashing my front with his hard chest. He did everything so fast it caught me off guard.

he said, "I’ve had other girls. Now I want you." Before I could even draw my next breath, his hands moved. They weren't slow this time. He reached out and gripped my waist, his large fingers digging into my skin, and he yanked me forward. I let out a sharp gasp as I was pulled off my feet. One second I was standing, and the next, I was falling onto him. He settled me right onto his lap, my legs straddling his tattooed thighs.

So this will really be special for the two of us. I wanted to but I was scared I might get clumsy. I shook my head in refusal. "Oh come on,Anna.I won't be mad if you cut me." "But I wouldn't be able to bear seeing a cut on you." He smiled."Stop worrying about that and help me out." I sighed."This is a bad idea." "This is a great idea."He grinned and then pulled me onto his lap again,straddling and facing him. I could feel him between my thighs,thick and hard, brushing against the inside of my thighs as the water currents moved it.

he said. I hesitated although his voice had softened. I took a slow breath, forcing myself to close the small distance between us. Then, he tapped his leg, an obvious signal. I raised a brow. “Are you sure about that?” Owen smirked. “Have I ever not been sure of something?” I let out a small laugh, shaking my head before finally settling onto his lap—but not in a normal position. I straddled him, keeping my eyes locked on his. He leaned back in his chair, his good hand reaching up, gently stroking my hair. His fingers trailed through the strands before tucking a piece of red behind my ear.

Maxwell just stared at me, blank faced. Suddenly, he pulled over to the side of the road, loosened his seatbelt, and pulled me onto his lap so that I was straddling him.The movement was so quick I had to blink twice and grab onto his shoulders to steady myself. His arms went up behind me, tracing delicate lines on my back. He breathed on my neck, kissing it softly. I arched into his touch.

He beckoned me over and when I just stared at him blankly, he said, “Come here.” Hesitantly, I stood up and rounded the table to meet him. He pulled me on his lap, ignoring my gasp as he made sure I was properly straddling him. The shirt I was wearing rode up and I could feel my bare flesh come in contact with his clothed crotch. It excited me in ways it shouldn’t.

With a gaze that matches the challenging one on his face, I move to my fours and crawl towards him, relishing in the way Emerson's gaze darts to my movement– his teasing stance quick to be replaced with something naughtier. I stop at the side of his legs and lift my body before I throw one leg to the other side as I straddle his lap. Emerson lowers his hand and I glide my hands up his shoulders as I adjust on his lap and drag my legs to the sides, wrapping them around his waist.