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It's all about the laps

Prompts
- Innocent Lap Sitting: It's just a friendly gesture. Maybe you're enjoying a movie or a dinner together. Nothing wrong with that!
- Romantic Canoodling: You two are spending some time together, and there's no way to be closer than to snuggle up in your lover's lap.
- Out of Necessity: No more room on the bench, in the booth, or on the couch? There's a place on their lap.
- Amateur Lap Dance: Just something sexy between lovers. Or maybe more silly than sexy.
- Professional Lap Dance: Better break out the ones. This lap dance will cost you.
- Dare: Nobody ever thought you'd get this close and personal, so they pushed you into doing it.
- Pointed: They said you couldn't turn them on so easily. Challenge accepted.
- Accidental: Oops, you've fallen! Good thing this lap was there.
- Step Back I Feel a Little Poke: Wait. What's this? Maybe you should wiggle your hips a little to find out.
- Lovemaking Lapsitting: Riding someone while they're sitting up can make the rider feel powerful, since they're on top, but the one being ridden may notice just how soft and small they are...and embrace them out of instinct.
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[Not on the verge of filling herself up with his cock.
Chloe shifted forward on her knees, hips lowering to get him in under her skirt. The other tricky part was sitting on him and not having her skirt push up over her ass. Keeping that in place could be his job.]
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I couldn't care less what anyone else thought, or how it looked. We can leave, if you wish, though I admit this is... incredibly distracting. And intoxicating... Frankly, the thought of not being inside you in the next moment makes me want to break something.
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Okay... Okay.
[The first blind attempt to get him in position failed, bumping him against swollen, sensitive nerves that made her whimper and jump. The second try was more successful, her hips nudging down over his head on a sound that was satisfied and relieved, broken almost as he went in.
God did she ever love that feeling, the one of him stretching her out as he filled her, the way he would watch her so intensely, his grip on her hips, how he would fight to keep from driving himself home into her. And the sounds she could coax out of him were another major turn on, his vulnerability shining through the longer their connection lasted.]
Everyone is going to think they can get away with screwing the club owner if they catch on to us.
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[Growled against her lips, the hand not trying valiantly to keep her skirt in place finding the gap between skirt and shirt and sliding up under it, drifting up over her back and pulling her down more solidly against him. Every time was such a rush, such a new batch of sensations for him to process. It wasn't as if he didn't enjoy sex with others, but due to her ability to cause him pain, to make him feel things more, sex with her was... well, it was just better. It felt like he was touching a live wire every time his body was consumed by hers.
If he'd known this waited for him, he'dve left Hell a lot sooner.]
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You need them. They generate your income― I really don't want to move...
[It was like one little move might set everything off, and she was already turned on enough as it was, breathless and squeezing around him, the high already beginning. For him it was like a live wire, but for her it was a heat that made her near delirious with need.]
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[Bloody hell, she was tight and wet and hot around him and he could feel an aching tingle starting in his balls, his thighs trembling with the desire to move, to lift up into her. He wanted to push the glass off the table in front of them and lay her on it, throw her leg over his shoulder and show her what he wanted. Give her what she wanted. Make her crave him like he seemed to crave her.]
Moving's the fun part, love.
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[Chloe shook her head and glanced from the corner of her eye to the occupants of the club as they mingled about, paying them in their little corner no attention. She bit her lip and after a few moments of hesitation, her hips tested him on a slow, subtle rocking. It was too good to pass up, especially when he was absolutely wonderful sitting so snug inside, his pulse from deep within a second out of sync with her own.]
Moving is the dangerous part. I really start moving and our cover is blown. But you feel so good, I can't help it.
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Danger is fun, darling. I could close it and kick everyone out, if you like.
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[Slow and subtle, that was what this was all about. Not drawing attention to themselves and their little corner. She wasn't so confident on that part, most of the time being as she could get vocal, but this was good practice for discretion. And they weren't starting off on a simple handjob under the table either.
Chloe rocked real nice and slow, grinding her hips forward into his, never lifting. She felt an urgency deep inside to lift up and drop down, but this was also fine, toes curling in her heels as she released his collars to move her hand to the back of his neck. Her moan was like an unsteady sigh, eyes hooded and watching him.]
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[Easily agreed to, since the idea of leaving her at the moment was the literal last thing he wanted to contemplate. In fact, if he could stay just as he was for the rest of eternity, he'd consider himself happy.
The fact that she was moving so slowly, barely shifting on him was just a sweet sort of torture that he would gladly endure time and time again.]
Anything in particular set you in this mood? Just so I know what to do for a repeat performance...
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[She trailed off on another low sound, satisfied with how the sensations made her warm and tingly, made her want to be even closer to him. Which was impossible as she was as close as she could get to him now.]
On your piano... On one of the bar tables... Bent over your bar... Or just somewhere where we might get caught. Didn't you say it's all fun and adventure that way?
[Chloe rocked a little harder and bit her lip to keep quiet, head tipping back as the pleasure was quick to heat under her skin and flit across her face, body pulsing.]
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[She came down on him with a little more force and he repaid her efforts by lifting up just a little bit more off the bench, rocking up into her with a shuddering sigh.]
I just never thought you'd actually go for it. I think I like being proven wrong in this instance.
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Surprise..?
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[He turned his head to kiss alongside her cheek, nuzzling her and moving his lips down to hers.]</small You feel wonderful. I advocate public surprises every day.
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[She wanted to sink her mouth onto his, kissing him slowly, deeply, hands holding his jaw to keep him close.]
I feel wonderful? You're the one who feels amazing right now.
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You might be right, Detective. I should have complete and utter faith in your ability to surprise me with public sex.
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[Thank goodness he was still thinking about trying to keep her covered. Chloe rocked a little harder, breath catching against his mouth, pleased by the grip he had on the back of her neck. There was a beat in the music that seemed to be working on the crowd, one she began to follow along to with her hips, something a little faster now.]
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[Her hips slowed until she was just sitting still over his lap. She smirked as she began to lean back, elbows resting against the table close behind her as she looked relaxed, casual.]
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[He watched her lean back, felt the change in angle as she did and gave a small flex of himself inside her.]
It is worth a look or two, though.
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[Considering the position they're in currently. She wiggled her hips at that sensation, squeezed back in retaliation with her muscles. It was a good angle to grind forward with, teasing a hand up her stomach to the curve of her breast pressed out from the low cut.]
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[His hand came up to rest over hers, making her squeeze her own breast as he felt his heart pounding in his chest. He adored that she could make him feel like he could be giddy. Like he didn't know what she'd do. He loved... well, he wasn't going to say what he loved because he'd have to look too closely at what that meant.]
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[Okay, a little public groping was safe with her. They were in a bar for Pete's sake. That was expected. Chloe almost wished they were upstairs in his loft, she wanted to feel his mouth on her breast, all over her naked skin. Getting naked right now was something she greatly desired and yet she didn't want to move, skin pricking with the need to breathe.
Head tipping back she watched him from under her lashes, fingers massaging and squeezing at her own breast, a moan trapped in her throat. Dammit. Sitting still now was no longer an option, and her hips began to rock again, pressing down.]
Wish we were upstairs...
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[He felt her tight around him, pushing up with his ass to rock into her just a little harder, a little deeper at that angle with a muffled sigh.]
I think I like the idea of knowing that I'm having you in front of everyone else. Let's them know...
[Know what, exactly? That she was his? The Devil wasn't supposed to play favorites. And yet...]
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The point is so they don't know. What exactly are they supposed to know?
[Really, what was he hoping for?]
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omfg that expression
So many faces
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