"They do say that. And I like practicing on you," he said, lips quirking, though he grew a bit serious when she told her story. He kissed her neck gently as she talked, his fingers fluttering over her skin. "Fuckers. They don't deserve you," he said into her skin, giving her a protective look. He failed to mention the fact that he hardly deserved her himself. At least, not with his history of relationships. Other than Alicia, he really didn't have many ex-girlfriends who thought the relationship ended well. He hated thinking about Susan thinking about him like that, so of course he ignored it all pointedly.
"Well," he said, happily turning back towards him and his sexual prowess, a topic he greatly preferred to think about, and he ran a hand through his long hair, letting his arousal take over the rest of his thinking. She was making sounds that drove him insane. "Can I what?" he asked cheekily, moving his fingers all the more deftly against her, finding her clit again, teasing her more, fingers dipping inside. He loved having this power over her, and he was drunk on it. "You can always order in you know. But," he said, covering her mouth with his, kissing her hard as he moved his fingers inside her, rubbing a thumb on her clit. "You're not going anywhere until you cum again."