Mental Hospital ; luke hemmings

2.0 - lυĸe

It's a short chapter but enjoy smut
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Telepathic. That's what I am. That's why I'm here. Since I'm not like anyone else, being able to read people's mind, they sent me here.

When I say they I mean my mother. My father didn't want to, he thought that they should try to help me first but my mom sent me away all at once.

It's been so many years since my mom has visited me. I think it might be the first, I don't care to think or remember.

Emma and I sat on my bed in silence as I explained my back story, ignoring the abuse from my mother and just telling her why I was there.

"So... you can here what everyone is thinking...no matter what?" Her soft angelic voice questioned.

I nodded. "Yeah. Whatever you're thinking I can hear it, no matter how hard I try to ignore it."

"So you and you're mom must have a bad relationship then?" She hesitantly asked.

"When my brothers and I were younger she would slap us and hit as or whatever. And I remember looking on line to see if I could call the police on her but that was just simple parenting." I took breath, preparing for what I was going to say next.

"It soon became something else. She would choke us, once it got to the point where I fainted and we had to lie to the hospital and tell them I had a panic attack. If you look right here," I pulled the collar of my shirt down and pointed towards my neck, " the bruise is still there." Emma gasped as she saw the red marks and bruises on my neck. She reached to touch it and I let her, but when I felt the familiar sting I pushed her hands away.

"Sorry." She mumbled.

"It's ok. But that was all in the past until she came today."

"Who is Cameron?" She asked. To say the least I was shocked that she even knew who it was. " You don't have to tell me but, you just have pictures of this girl named Cameron so I..." Her voice dragged off.

"No it's ok, I just haven't talked about her in a long time. Cameron is my uh, ex girlfriend. She died last year because she commuted suicide. She was my... my only reason to live and when she left I didn't know what to do." I didn't realize I was crying until Emma leaned over and wiped the tears that were running down my face. She looked me in the eyes, her eye color matching mine.

Once again she reminded me of Cameron. But this time I was able to fight the remembrance and see Emma for who she is. I took that as a chance to kiss her for real. To kiss her like she deserved to be kiss.

My lips lightly pushed against hers to receive a feeling I couldn't forget. He lips we very soft, much softer than Cameron's ever were. At the time I don't regret thinking that. All I can think of is Emma.

She brings her hand to my face and softly runs it down my cheek. I push her back on my bed and straddle her waist. This seems a bit too far for people who aren't dating but we're not really doing anything. At least that's what Emma is thinking.

The kiss starts to get rougher and bother of us are putting in an equal amount of passion. I decide to grind my hips into hers and I earn a small moan from her mouth.

I start to trail soft kissed down her neck looking for her sweet spot. I hear her gasp and I realize I have found it. It's right above her collar bone.

I began sucking on that area as she runs her hands down my back and moans. Her hips buck up looking for friction and I slightly smile into her neck.

I give her what she wants and push my hips down on hers and we fiercely start to grind. Groans and moans escape our mouths and her head digs back into my pillow. My head nuzzles in to the crack between her head and my neck.

"Maybe we should stop." I suggest before we go to far.

"No no, we should continue. This will be good for both of us." She protests. It's cant really be good for, we just met last week. But I'm a guy and if the girl wants to continue, so do I.

"Are you sure, I don't want to hurt you?"

"I'm positive. Now hurry!" She demanded and I chuckled.

I attached my lips back to hers and reach down to pull down her pants. I began having a hard time because her black skinny jeans were very tight. I finally got them down after she chuckled and helped me.

I grabbed her by the thighs and rested them around my waist. I started thinking about if this is what I wanted to do. It's sex. I've done this probably 20 other times with either Cameron or my girlfriend before that. But do I really want to do this with someone who I just met? What If her and I hit it off and we remember our first time happening because we need an escape? Well I doubt that will happen, I will never move on from Cameron so lets just do this.

I pull my shirt off and throw it someone where on the floor. She was as well was wearing a T-shirt so I pulled it off and eyed her body. She was wearing a black bra and black boy boxer shorts. I find that extremely attractive.

I unlatched her bra and instantly attach my eyes to her chest. I bring my hands to her breasts and start massaging them instantly. She moves her body with the pace of my hands.

I soon start trailing kissing down her flat stomach and reach her underwear. I look up at her and she gives me a nod. I pull them down...

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Ah, this scene. I won't be going into any more detail in the next chapter so you can just imagine it inside your dirty little heads! Enjoy!

_S.Armstrong