It would have been hard to miss her reaction to his hand and Eddie certainly didn’t. He may have been somewhat inexperienced when it came to things like this, but he was smart enough to know he shouldn’t start choking someone without at the very least some discussion and a safeword, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t allude to it or tease her about it. His hand slid down a little more, thumb hooking under her jaw instead of across it. He didn’t hold tightly, like he held her hair, or squeeze, but he let it stay there, just resting against her skin and muscle. Almost like a threat and also possibly a promise.
He hadn’t taken his eyes off her since she’d sat him down here, wasn’t entirely certain he could anymore, but seeing her look up to him from where she sat between his legs, cock in her mouth and his hand across her throat made him feel primal. Her eyelashes were wet and stuck together, from being in the pool or from what she was doing now he wasn’t sure, and her lips bitten red, flush creeping from her cheeks to her neck and further down. He almost couldn’t imagine a picture more depraved yet incredibly sexy. But then she was moving further, going beyond where he’d been pushing her to hold him in her throat and he let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a curse, his hands, both of them, holding just a little bit tighter.