Elliott Wescott has never been one to play by the rules, she's bad, bold and unapologetically herself.
But she's also on the verge of being kicked out of university and her parents have had enough.
In attempt to get her under control she's shipped...
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Bringing the glass up to my lips I tip the tequila shot and throw my head back, downing it in one fowl swallow. I do this three more times before I decide it's time to get my groove on.
I saunter my way over to the throng of sweating, grinding and bumping university students. The music lights a fire within my veins, with all the shit that's been going on in my life lately, I need this; I need the numbness from the alcohol, the weightlessness I get when I move my body to the music.
One song blurs into another and each sway of my hips taking me to a place of internal bliss. There's undoubtedly no better feeling than losing yourself in music. It's a state of mind I wish I could permanently be in.
I feel the presence of a body behind me as the song changes. They're close but not too close, nothing shocking considering we're packed in like sardines. Ignoring the person behind me I continued to get lost in the music. It's amazing how quickly a song is over when you're enjoying it.
Sexual by NEIKED starts blasting through the speakers, I don't even get time to process how amazing this song is to dance to when strong hands grasp my hips and pull me back into them causing me to let out a little squeal.
I whip around ready to throw fists to be greeted by that same pair of green eyes. His hands remain on my hips and a smirk remains on his lips.
"Dance," Jude teases, resulting in me crossing my arms against my chest childishly.
He starts mouthing the words and moving my hips for me, edging me to dance. I throw my hands up in the air in defeat and start to move my body.
One of my hands winds its way into my hair, the other resting on Jude's shoulder, my hips swaying like a belly dancer. We remain like this before I decide to kick it up a notch, shaking my booty as I turn so that my back is to him. With one fluid motion he pulls me to him completely, our bodies connected almost completely.
My hands travel up my own body bore clasping behind Jude's strong neck, my hips grinding against him. A noise best described as a growl resonates from the back of his throat and a let my head fall back onto his chest. His hands travel down my thighs then back up to rest on my waist as he nuzzles his face into my neck.
We continue to move and to be quite honest I'm sure the song has changed, but the friction between our bodies just feels too damn good, and judging by the hard object poking into my back I'd have to say Jude feels the same way. Stupid alcohol making this enjoyable.
Jude nuzzles further into my neck and plants a single searing kiss, a kiss that shocks me, yet feels so good that I suck in a breath; making Jude smile what I can only imagine is smugly against my neck
He takes my lack of protest as permission to continue his assault on my neck, and that's exactly what he does. On repeat, his kisses travel up to behind my ear and down to the curve where my neck meets my shoulders.
