Straddling Someone's Hips Novels & Stories

he muttered, his voice dropping into a deep rumble. He didn't wait for permission. Hayes reached down, his large, calloused hands gripping my hips firmly. The contact shot a sharp jolt of electricity straight down my spine, making me let out a soft gasp. His fingers dug into my hip bones, shifting my weight, forcing my right foot backward and widening my base. "Keep your feet apart," he commanded, his hands lingering on my hips, throwing off intense heat through my blue dress. "If your base is narrow, any low-level beta can knock you flat on your back with a simple push."

he said, the words breaking around his breath, “but I can promise to make you feel even more this time.” That low, husky tone slid through me like a melody I couldn’t resist. I let out a tiny, startled laugh—half thrill, half disbelief—just as he moved. In one smooth motion, he lifted me, strong hands wrapping around my body like I weighed nothing, and settled me onto his lap. I straddled him, breathless, facing him, my palms braced against his chest as his arms locked around my waist. The heat between us was magnetic, impossible to ignore.

His hips move, his cock pushing into my sex, and my body relaxes as his hips move slowly. Slowly his hips begin speeding up, my hand swinging the paddle against his arse as his hips quicken, trying to force me to orgasm, my body fighting it off. The sound of something snapping. I feel his hands grasp my hair, his head lowering as his hips speed up. The dildo pushes into my mouth. How did he get his hands free?

"Straddle me, red" I looked at him confused, "But.. but I don't know how" He breathed in again, and I thought that maybe he didn't like that I was inexperienced just like Dave didn't. I straddled him the way I thought I should. We were in the back seat , the leather cooled against my thighs as I rocked his lap. My soaked panties rubbed deliciously with every grind of my hips. "Fuck, fuck fuck," he groaned and cursed in a raspy voice. I don't know why but that encouraged me to do more. His hands were on my hips, his mouth trailing fire down my neck. I've never felt this hot in my entire life.

"Straddle his hips. Drive him deep." I scramble onto my hands and knees, my bare thighs shaking violently from the strain. I position my dripping center right over Kael’s pulsing, thick cock. I look down at him. His dark eyes are fixed on mine, so intense, waiting for me to take control. I lower my hips slowly, stretching myself completely open as his massive cock slides deep inside my wet core once more. "Ahhh!" I scream out, my head tossing back as I slide all the way down, bottoming out against his pelvis.

“Oh my God, Lisa.” Her position immediately below his cock, which was becoming stiffer by the second, was achieved by throwing her leg over his thighs to straddle him. It strained upward, reaching toward his firm abdomen. She reached down and encircled his thick length with both hands because she couldn't resist the urge. He jerked convulsively as soon as she touched him, arching his hips forward to get more of her contact.

A hot, drenching rush of sensation clamped down on my loins. He lost his patience. He grabbed my hips and swung me over to straddle him. I arched my hips, notching his blunt, thick tip against my cleft, I rubbed on him, coating him in my arousal. He only watched through heavy-lidded eyes, his hands lightly gripping my hips. I took him in with a long, smooth glide. Smooth but not easy. He stretched me even more in this position. I felt impaled. I rode him in a slow dance, with full, big movements, dragging him out to the tip before seating myself again and again.

The curve of my hips. "Jesus Christ," he whispered. I unclipped my bra and let it drop. My breasts fell free, full and round, my nipples already stiff. His dick twitched against his stomach. I climbed onto the bed, onto him, straddling his waist. I could feel him between my legs, hard and hot, separated only by the thin fabric of my panties. I rolled my hips. "Umm," He groaned loud, his hands flying to my thighs, fingers digging into my skin.

“Just ughh…don’t…. don't move like that.” “I’m trying to get off you.” I raise my ass, somehow pushing my abdomen down, panicking and aware I can slide one knee between his legs for purchase. I do so, but it only results in somehow wedging it right up in the no-go zone, and I fall an inch. With the drop to the sand, my right hip turns inwards and ends up groin to groin properly with a soft collision.

And that's the goal right… Not losing my mind. I will not sit here all day and think about how much of the walking dead I'll-and talking about positions. After my pep talk to myself, I realize how compromising my situation is. My head is using his upper chest as a pillow. With my left hand resting on his lower abdomen and his hand is on my shoulder across my back. .... That's the easy part. One of my legs is shoved in between his and the other thrown over his. I am straddling his thigh. The leg in between his is dangerously close to a certain part of his anatomy.