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The door of Jude's hotel room slammed shut behind us, due to him urging my back into it, so that I was trapped between his body and the door.

We brought the elevator make out to his room, and it seemed that we both got impatient due to the slowness of that elevator.

Jude patted my thigh, before gently grabbing it. I got the hint and helped him lift me up by wrapping my legs around his waist, using the door as a support.

I pulled back from his lips, both of our chests heaving as we stared back at each other. Jude was the first to speak up.

"I've missed you so much."

"Yeah?" I bit my lip to hide my grin, eyes flickering between his as I awaited his next move.

He had probably wanted me to say the same, but I somehow felt in the mood to tease him a bit. His ego had been fed the entire day, now it was my turn.

I made out a small grin on his lips aswell, before he leaned down.

I managed to make out a low 'mhm' that was muffled due to him burying his face in my neck. I felt his hands lower themselves, starting from the curve of my waist and stopping on my ass, where he used them to purposely grind me against him.

My own fingers were tugging at the roots of the curls at the nape of his neck, which i could tell he loved by the occasional grunts against the soft skin of my neck.

He took his time with each spot on my neck, and I could already feel bruises starting to form every time he went lower. I could tell he wanted more, because the hoodie - his to be specific - I was wearing wasn't allowing him to go lower than my collarbones.

So, I took matters into my own hand by gently pushing him back by his chest before raising the clothing article over my head and throwing it into the room behind us.

"That should stay on..." he commented at the sight of me still in his jersey that I had been wearing for the game, but I just shook my head and got rid of it as well - no matter how much I loved wearing them, it had to come off now.

He looked at me with a hint of amusement, his eyes - which were twinkling in the bright light of the hotel room - then dropping down to my chest.

I just so happened to wear what I'd label as one of my best bras and judging by the way his eyes were glued to it, it seemed like he'd share that opinion.

Growing impatient, I pulled him back to me by the collar of his shirt. He raised a surprised eyebrow at my eagerness, as he probably saw my tough act crumble, but still leaned down to kiss me again; my back having to arch from the angle as my hands grasped the hem of his shirt.

He broke our kiss so that I could raise it over his head and discard it somewhere around us as well. My hands went around the back of his neck while my legs tightened around his waist.

He understood what I was implying, because his hands went under my ass to pick me up from being pressed up against the door, my body being elevated so that I now had to slightly bend my head down to kiss him.

Our kisses became more heated by the second; his hands tightening their grip on my ass while he carried me across the room to fall back onto the bed, which resulted into me straddling him.

"Those gotta go." Jude complained, referring to the jeans I was wearing. They were kind of restricting, to say the least.

I quickly got up to strip out of them, him watching me intently from his leaned back position on the bed.

As soon as I stepped out of them, he pulled me back towards him by my hips to settle me back onto his lap. I bit my lip to refrain from whimpering at the feeling of the bulge pressing against me from below.

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