Straddling His Lap Novels & Stories

he rasped, holding on to my thighs. For a minute or so, I sat on his lap as I tried to regain my breath. I bit my bottom lip and watched him. The strained expression in his eyes showed how much he was attempting to fight this. Yet, he didn’t rush me – he just allowed me to do things at my pace. I rose from his thighs, only to sink hard. “Fuck!” he groaned.

He was carrying me back from the doorframe towards God knows where. "My jaan (my life) seems impatient," his raspy voice tainted my cheeks. I parted my lips to counter back but failed miserably. Our eyes were locked. He landed on the couch and I was on his lap straddling him. I could feel something hard below and without giving a second thought I rose up a bit to shift the hardness away which wasn't helping me to sit comfortably. His breath fanned my chest as I pushed my one hand below.

He grabbed the corner of the blanket and placed it strategically over his lap. “I guess things never change” he laughed at his own little inside joke.

She could feel the strength in his hold, the command in his voice, yet there was a hesitation in the way his thumb brushed against her jaw. His hand slid from her jaw down to her waist, his grip tightening until she was forced to move with him. In one swift pull, he drew her onto his lap, her knees pressing against his thighs as he made her straddle him.

I stopped in front of him, doing everything I could not to glance at his cock still standing strong as he lounged casually with both legs spread on the couch. “Get on the couch,” he ordered again. This time I hesitated because the only way to do that was to sit directly on his legs, straddling him. The only problem was his cock was still out. Does that mean? “Are we…” I whispered, my voice cracking at the end. “What else are you here for?” he shot back without missing a beat, and my heart started pounding so fast it hurt. I swallowed hard, trying to calm the nerves, then without thinking too much I quickly climbed on his lap, straddling him. The heat of his cock pressed against the inside of

he said, voice low, rough from the fight. I shook my head, still not looking up. “Hold still.” A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest. Then his hands were on my waist—sudden, possessive—and he yanked me across the seat and onto his lap in one smooth motion. I gasped, clutching his shoulders for balance. My knees landed on either side of his hips; the red dress rode high on my thighs, the slit tearing a little farther. I was straddling him now, chest to chest, his heat bleeding through his torn shirt.

I said. Without saying a word he walked towards the bed with me in his arms and sat down on the mattress. “ Let me go,” I said, as I wanted to free myself from his hold. “ No!” His voice was low but it carried a warning. I didn't want to piss him off so I stopped struggling in his arms. He made me sit on his lap with both of my legs on the other side of him as I was straddling him. The position itself was distracting enough to focus on anything.

He doesn't answer instead he pulls me onto his leg so now I'm straddling him. "You like to watch." He says. "What? no I don't." I say avoiding his eyes, even though that is hard to do, I'm on his lap straddling and facing him. "Really? we can put that to the test." he says. "okay then," I say not backing down because he was wrong. "Okay," he says a sheepish grin on his face which was weird because he always had a stoic expression which always gave the mysterious sexy vibe but when he grinned he looked good too, really good and exceptionally sexy.

He patted his lap. “Lay over the top of me,” he said, softly. I looked at his lap and then awkwardly lay across it, my waist over one of his legs. He tugged at me a little, lowering my head and my feet so that my rear was directly over his leg. I could feel his rod poking into my stomach, and I realized that he, too, was aroused.

I was parched for him. Louis lips opened wider with a gasp, and I consumed him. The clipboard hit the ground as his arms encircled my shoulders, holding me to him. My hands went to his waist, as I settled him more comfortably on my lap, making him straddle me. He made a sound—half sigh, half moan—as I moved him from my lap to the desk, putting him down on it, and positioning him just where I wanted him. He spread his legs wide, pulling me in between them. His mouth was hot and hungry, consuming mine. And I couldn’t get enough.