Straddling His Lap Novels & Stories

I stroke down to his sideburns and rub his face. He presses his lips together. "Straddle me while you touch me." I parted my lips, but before I could object. He grabs my ass and presses my sex into his hard, warm erection, making me sit on his lap. He returns his hands to his side, refusing to touch me. I wrap my hands around his neck, holding him for support as I tilt my head and body backwards, hitting my pussy back into his hard length in one brutal thrust. My breath hitch in my throat as my opening nudges directly into his standing cock. "Yeah. Right there." My voice is slurry.

Another reminder of yesterday, and I know I’m entirely lost, back under his spell. “In the meantime, we can use this temporary phase to spend time together.” He pulls me into his lap properly, so I end up straddling him, stretching my dress. I nuzzle down comfortably on top of his solid and wide thighs, fully aware that this could be an ultimate horn pushing position if I wriggled enough. Still, he strokes my face instead and all thoughts of s*x flutter away, doused by trepidation.

“Just physical therapy left. Unless you want an overdose.” His hand jerked and suddenly I was on his lap. Like, full-on straddling-the-mafia-boss lap. Straddling him now feels natural. Like it’s my favorite position. No. No. No. Bad Reina! “I don’t think an overdose would be so terrible,” he growled into my ear, voice thick with heat. I squeezed my eyes shut. Eyes. Not legs. Definitely not any legs squeezing or trembling or betraying me with traitorous tingles.

I wanted him distracted, wanting more. I took a few steps closer, my hips moving side to side without me even trying. The floor scratched at my soles through the stockings, but I ignored it. I swung one leg over his lap and straddled him, feeling the warmth of his thighs through his jeans pressing against my bare skin. He was stiff under me, his body all tense like a coiled spring.

It sends a cool but welcome shiver down my spine and my hands find his shoulders. “Ben!” I say again, but it comes out as a rasp. His lips feel too good. His hands feel too good, snaking around my waist and pulling me closer to his chest. I can’t move any closer, still standing between his straddled legs. He seems to sense this, and a short adjustment later and I’m sitting on his lap, straddling his hips and perched there like a puppet, limp and under total control of the master.

Show me? What did he mean by that? I suddenly was nervous but my curiosity was more prominent. I reluctantly set my hand inside his and he pulled me over to him, placing me in his lap so I was facing him in a straddle position. His thoughts were very apprehensive, and he was contemplating what to show me first. Though he didn't give away a single detail, and that in itself made me wonder, yet again, if he knew I could read his mind.

I couldn’t stop staring. He glanced up, caught me. His mouth curved, slow and knowing. “What?” he asked, voice low. “Nothing,” I said too fast. Then, quieter. “Just…….looking.” He set the tablet aside. “Come here.” I didn’t hesitate. I crossed the room, climbed into his lap, straddling him. His hands settled on my hips right away, under the hoodie, thumbs stroking bare skin. I could feel him hardening under me, thick against my core through the thin fabric of his sweats.

"Fine, I need more. There, I have said it." He paused and locked our gaze. I processed my words over and over and hated how I would blurt out some words. He slowly settled the glass on the table then chuckled. He was laughing? He had the guts to laugh at a moment like that? "You shouldn't be laughing." I pouted. "Come here." He held his hand out for me. After hesitation, I reached for his hand and got up. He pulled me gently until I was perched on his lap. I had straddled him.

His eyes dropped to my outfit and then landed on my skirt before narrowed, "Please tell me, you didn't change right after I dropped you off." His right hand clenched into a fist before it rested on the table. I smirked. "No." I said, "I just changed now." He looked me, full in the face but said nothing as I walked up to the desk. I made my way around it and knowingly, he sat back. Sliding his chair away from the desk to give me a bit more space on his lap. But instead of sitting down sideway, I threw one leg over him and straddled his lap. I watched as Liam tried to suppress the surprised look on his face but failed miserably.

He’d never hurt me. I relaxed with the press and stretch of his finger and followed his lead. He had been right. It would never be as good without him. Hooking his finger to twist and adjust so I was back in his lap straddling him felt strange in the most erotic and delicious way. Hanging on to that sense of danger.