Straddling Someone's Hips Novels & Stories

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.

I shifted to straddle him, my lips hovered just a breath away from his. “You need to rest.” He replied, yet remained unmoved. “Hmm, you know what would really help me relax?” I whispered, watching his eyes darken. “I know what you’re trying to do.” He grabbed my wrists to stop them when they traveled down his body. “I’m just trying to help you out…” I looked down at his very visible and hard bulge that was so eager to be set free. “Looks painful. Don’t you want me to help?” I began to grind my hips against his. In an instant, Damiano's hands shot out and firmly gripped my hips holding them still.

I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head. "Keep them there or I'll lose it" my voice is strained and husky while she giggles, nodding her head as my hips drop slightly, rubbing my hips over her thinly covered area beneath the material of her leggings. It isn't her hands I should have worried about; her hips are skilful as they begin to rotate in small torturous circles, bucking slowly.

"I'm not the other women." Before he could react, I surged up, breaking free with a quick jerk. My knees hit his thighs as I swung a leg over, straddling him full-on. I settled my weight down, making sure to seat myself directly over the thick, hard outline of his cock straining against his trousers. It pressed hot and rigid against my core through our clothes, making me bite back a gasp. I started rolling my hips in slow, teasing circles, grinding down just enough to feel him twitch under me. He went still under me and his hands hovered at my hips like he wasn't sure whether to throw me off or pull me closer.

My right leg that she'd been straddling had a slimy smear of lube on it. Sarah immediately slid onto my lap, but instead of doing it like the other girls, pretending to be demure, she straddled me as if she were going to ride me cowgirl in the chair. She slid close, trapping the Hog between us, her knees on the chair cushion on either side of my legs. "Well hey there, stranger," she laughed, and pressed her naked body against mine, her big tits rubbing against my chest and her cunt pressed against the underside of my cock.

"Come here and straddle me." A thrill of nervous anticipation washed over me, getting off the bed, I walked toward him slowly, deliberately letting my hips sway. Gabriel’s chest heaved with every breath, his knuckles shaking as he gripped the sides of the chair, fighting Bane for control. When I reached the chair, I lifted my leg and stepped over his thick, muscular thighs, slowly lowering myself down until I was straddling his lap. The instant our bare skin met, a violent sparking sensation shot straight up my spine, slowly and deliberately he gripped my hips and lowered me down onto him.

Then I heard his breath catch in the quiet room. Facing him again, I straddled the air just above his lap, rolling my hips in slow circles, my hands sliding up my own body, over my stomach, cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples through the mesh. I hooked my fingers under the rhinestone straps and tugged them down an inch, enough to show the curve of my breasts.

One particularly seductive dancer caught the eye of Logan, who sat there, seemingly disinterested in the provocative display. As the stripper approached Logan, swaying her hips with a sensual allure, she positioned herself on his lap, initiating a lap dance that teased and enticed. Her movements were mesmerizing as she ground her posterior against his bulge, eliciting a reaction from him. Unexpectedly, Logan reached out, gripping her hips and effortlessly lifting her away from his lap.

“Horses are jealous.” He laughed. His smile faded when her hips started to sway to the music. She ran her hands over the luscious curve of her ass and bent forward, her long strawberry blonde hair brushing the floor in front of her. She rocked her hips back and forth, and though she was still clothed, he couldn’t draw his attention from the sweet spot between her thighs. She stood, flipping her glorious hair over her back as she ground her hips and squatted down to the floor before standing again. She turned to face him, still gyrating her hips. Her hands moved to the fly of her pants.

One particularly seductive dancer caught the eye of Logan, who sat there, seemingly disinterested in the provocative display. As the stripper approached Logan, swaying her hips with a sensual allure, she positioned herself on his lap, initiating a lap dance that teased and enticed. Her movements were mesmerizing as she ground her posterior against his bulge, eliciting a reaction from him. Unexpectedly, Logan reached out, gripping her hips and effortlessly lifting her away from his lap.