Straddling His Lap Novels & Stories

He tapped on his lap, gesturing for me to sit while still typing on his laptop. I gave him a look but still sat on his lap. “Straddle me,” he instructed, and I did. He continued to type, not saying anything or doing anything different. I sat there, pressed against his body, his warm heat getting my body all toasty and a different part of my body even more toasty. If you know what I mean. Wink wink. We stayed in that position. I could feel his hard dick pressed against mine, and that seemed to harden mine and then the feeling of mine probably hardened him.

She nodded in approval of his large size. She noticed his shaky legs and made it over to him and softly smiled at him again as he stilled, she grabbed his arms and helped herself on to his lap, straddling him while he was seated on the bed, she grabbed his dick and slid it back and forth along her slit, teasing them both.

Without breaking our kiss he urges me onto his lap, spreading my legs so I'm straddling him. I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and fall with him as he leans back in the chair, landing against his hard chest. He cushions me against him, one arm wrapped around my waist, the other coming back up to cup my head. My excitement rises and I rapidly become wet for him as I squirm against the hard ridge of his jeans. His arm tightens around my back, anchoring me solidly against him.

Either way, I was lost in the heat between us. He helped me sit up properly, but didn’t let go. Instead, he pulled me onto his lap right there on the floor, my legs straddling one of his thighs. “Breathe with me,” he said softly, but his hand was stroking my back, dipping lower toward my ass. “You’re safe.” I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his scent. My hips shifted involuntarily, pressing against his thigh. The friction made me bite my lip.

“I’m not.” He grunted low in his chest. “Bullshit.” I moved around again, sliding myself into his lap before he could say no. He didn’t stop me. His hands stayed on the armrests. Tight. White-knuckled. His whole body tense like I’d just strapped him to a bomb. “Relax,” I whispered. He stared at me like I was the one setting him on fire. My legs straddled him fully now. I shifted a little, testing, pressing my weight against him gently.

“I can’t help it.” He smirked. “You’re going to ride my thigh,” he said. “Right here. Right now.” My eyes widened. “People—” “Will watch.” He shifted, opened his legs wider, and pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him, knees on either side, the bulge of his cock hard between us. But he didn’t give me that yet. He pushed one thigh up and pulled my hips forward. “Grind.” I hesitated. He flicked the remote again.

On the other side, he lay down on his back. "Come here," he gestured to her, inviting her near. She scooted closer on the bed. "I want you to sit on my lap," he said, and she looked at him with widened eyes, feeling a bit nervous. "You... You want me to do what?" she stammered. "You heard me, sweetheart," he said, tugging her leg playfully and making her straddle him. Holding her waist, he lifted her slightly, allowing her to sit on his lap.

He tightened it, looking at me in the eye. He lifted me from my seat and placed me on his lap. The chair groaned under our combined weight as he settled me firmly onto his thighs. Being on his lap felt different than being on the other chair; I could feel the hard muscle of his legs and the unmistakable heat of his own arousal pressing against me. ​His hand stayed wrapped around my throat, not enough to hurt, but just enough to remind me exactly who was in charge of the room. He tilted my head back, forcing me to look at him while I straddled him, my skirt riding up dangerously high.

His jaw works. "The set I bought you." "I thought you'd want to see it before you took it off me." "I'm not taking it off you. You're going to keep it on while I make your ass match it." He pats his thigh. "Over my knee. Now." I drape myself across his lap. The position is immediately vulnerable – my stomach on his thighs, my ass in the air, my face toward the couch cushion, my toes barely touching the floor on the other side. His left hand rests on the small of my back – warm, heavy, holding me in place. His right hand settles on my ass. Cupping one cheek through the thin lace. Squeezing.

However, he caught me wrist and tugged me right across his laps so that I was straddling him. “Dax! Oh my gosh, what the fuck?” I gasped in utter disbelief, feeling a whole lot of things. Anger, embarrassed, stupid. And at the same time, aroused, heated and lightheaded. “Shush.” He drawled as he steadied me on his laps, my ass a few inches away from that bulge which seemed to be calling out to me.