Going Down: The Oral Fixation Series Book One

By Fiona Masters

Dull marriage?
Check.

Boring career?
Check.

Meeting a sexy man who doesn't care about any of that?
I never saw that coming.

All Zac wants from me is my body. No commitment. No regrets.

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This is Book One of a Trilogy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fiona Masters
• Release date: Jul 7, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005258733

Fiona Masters

Fiona Masters is a librarian by day and a smut writer by night.

Book preview

Going Down

By

Fiona Masters

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter One

Ellie was lost in thought again. Oh God! Had Dave just complimented her? She had hardly even heard what he said. It had sounded sort of sweet and sincere. But Ellie’s attention had been drawn yet again to the stranger sitting at the bar. Poor Dave. Ellie smiled and nodded to him, unsure how to respond, as she wasn’t sure exactly what he had said.

That’s one of the things I really love about you, he said, apparently not aware of her momentary lapse of attention. She smiled again and reached across the table to touch his hand. He was such a sweet guy and Ellie knew she was lucky to have him. But somehow that didn’t keep her eyes from wandering back to the dark haired stranger sitting with his date at the bar.

Dave was smiling at her, his soft brown eyes swimming behind his glasses. He laid his other hand on top of hers and squeezed slightly. Dinner tonight had been his idea. He had chosen this restaurant, even though it was a little more expensive than places they would ordinarily go. It wasn’t a special occasion, just their usual Friday night dinner out. Taking her to a particularly nice place well...it was just Dave being Dave. Ellie gave his hand a squeeze in return, smiling back at him and trying to keep her eyes from straying to the stranger at the bar.

But try as she might, her gaze kept returning to him, like a moth to a flame. He was tall, maybe six-one or six-two. He had thick dark hair and blue-gray eyes. His body was muscular, athletic, but not overly big with broad shoulders and a tapered waist. There was an easiness, a confidence, to his body language. His blue chambray shirt and jeans at once flattered him and left her wondering what he’d look like without them. And his smile made Ellie want to smile herself every time he flashed it.

His date was a curvy brunette, very similar in build to Ellie. She was dressed in a low cut top and short skirt. She was smiling and laughing at his every word. She was also giving him that look. The look that said she was his tonight. Did Ellie actually feel envious of that girl?

Ellie tried concentrate on her conversation with Dave. It was Friday night and he wanted to talk about the weekend. There were things to do around the house, a friend stopping by for lunch and so on. The same conversation married couples everywhere were having over dinner. The same sort of conversation that Ellie and Dave usually had, and she usually enjoyed and participated in. Why was she so distracted tonight? Because of a guy she had never seen before, who had a cute little bar fly hanging all over him?

A few times during dinner, Ellie had looked over at the handsome stranger, only to find him looking back at her, his eyes boring into hers. She quickly averted her eyes, hoping that Dave wouldn’t notice the color rising in her cheeks. The second or third time he caught her, their eyes locked for what was definitely too long. Just by a couple heartbeats really, but long enough to be more than random eye contact. How was Dave not noticing?

But Dave was oblivious. He was talking to her about some mundane thing or another...she could hardly pay attention. Especially when the girl with the guy at the bar was hanging on him and laughing and smiling. Did Ellie just see her hand run along the inside of his thigh? Was that little hussy going to go home with him? Was that trampy little outfit of hers going to wind up crumpled on his bedroom floor? Was she going to be calling out his name when he brought her to climax?

Ellie blinked. She had to get her mind off of this guy and his date. What the hell did she care if he fucked her right there at the bar, right? So why was Ellie still looking over there? Why was she annoyed at the way the girl surreptitiously ran her hands along his legs? Did her hands actually just brush across his crotch?

I’ll be right back, Ellie said to Dave. I have to use the ladies room. She didn’t really, but she had to walk away for a second, collect her thoughts and get back to having dinner with her husband. Not gawking at some guy picking up a girl at the bar.

She was coming out of the ladies room headed back to her table when the stranger from the bar rounded the corner right in front of her. In her surprise, she almost walked into him. She gave a polite smile, excused herself and went to step around him. He moved in front of her.

Weren’t you the one at the table? he asked, That was looking at me? Do I know you? Ellie looked up at him. He was tall. She had realized that when she had seen him across the restaurant, of course. But it was far more evident as he stood in front of her now, towering above her petite frame.

Uh, no, Ellie replied with a polite smile. I don’t think so. She moved to go around him and again he moved to block her.

What’s your hurry? he asked, giving her a dazzling smile. Ellie was instantly irritated. She held up her hand to show him her wedding band.

Sorry, she said, her face conveying that she was anything but. You’re too late. If you’ll excuse me. She tried again to get around him.

Don’t worry, he laughed. That guy will wait there forever for you. And you know it. He gave her a meaningful look. You, on the other hand, seem more interested in looking around at what else might be out there.

He had her there, Ellie admitted. She had been staring. But now that she was actually talking to him, his arrogance was quickly wearing thin.

What about her? Ellie said, nodding toward the bar where his date was waiting. Ellie didn’t really care. She just wanted to deflect the conversation away from herself. He shrugged off her question.

Yeah, I’m booked for tonight, he replied. But maybe I can help you out another night. He held out a business card. She looked at it in disbelief.

Help her out? Ellie felt an angry heat rising in her face.

Look, she retorted, I’m not looking for any so-called ‘help’ and if I were, it wouldn’t be coming from an asshole like you! Before he could step in front of her again, she bolted around him and walked briskly back to her table.

For the rest of the meal, she fumed about the audacity of the guy. She did manage to keep her eyes off of him, but she still wasn’t really able to concentrate on the conversation with Dave.

Only when the stranger and his date were leaving did Ellie look up. And damn if the guy wasn’t looking right at her again. He was smirking at Ellie, even as he held his date’s jacket for her.

Are you okay? Dave asked.

Ellie snapped her gaze back to her husband. Yeah, I just... she had no idea what to say.

You look a little...weird or something. The concern in Dave’s voice was sincere. Do you want to go? She shook her head. She at least wanted to wait until that guy was out of the parking lot.

No, I’m fine. Let’s finish and go though, okay? Dave quickly assented.

Ten minutes later they were walking across the lamp lit parking lot toward their cars. They had met here after work and Ellie was parked a little closer than Dave. He walked her to her car and kissed her.

See you at home, he said and headed off toward his own car.

As Ellie opened her car door, she noticed that the stranger from the bar was sitting alone in a car facing hers a few cars farther up the row. What was he still doing here? And where was the girl he had been with?

Then, in the pale glow of the parking lot lights, Ellie realized that he was not alone. The girl from the bar was in the passenger’s seat beside him. Sort of. She wasn’t all that visible though, on account of the fact that she was leaning over with her head in his lap.

He was sitting there looking down at her head in his lap, one of his hands on the back of her neck. She was bobbing up and down quite energetically. Ellie stood transfixed, at once disgusted and fascinated. It wasn’t the first time she had ever seen an overzealous couple in a bar parking lot, of course. But it was the first time she had ever found herself transfixed, watching.

Then he looked up and saw Ellie. She was looking right into his eyes. She felt a rising panic, but she didn’t look away. Then he winked at her. Winked! That would have been enough for Ellie to tear herself away from this spectacle, but just as she was about to get into her car, she saw his head go back and his mouth open as if moaning. A moment later, his date’s head slowed down, then stopped.

Oh my God, Ellie thought. I just watched him come in her mouth! Then his head came back up and he looked over at her again. That damn smirk was on his face, like he had known Ellie would still be there watching.

She dove into her car and pulled away quickly. She had a swirl of thoughts and emotions tangled up inside her as she pulled out of the parking lot and headed for home. The stranger’s arrogance and smirk definitely were irritating, almost infuriating. But why did she care?

And why had she been unable to look away when she saw him in the car with his date? She had watched him get a blow job--come, even. And he knew she had seen it all. Why the hell had she stood there like that? She was mad at herself, but she couldn’t stop replaying his moment of orgasm over and over in her head.

It might not have been the first time she had walked past a car with a couple getting it on, but it was the first time she had ever watched. And it was certainly the first time she had ever seen the man actually coming in his date’s mouth.

Why was she so annoyed by this guy? So he had hit on her. Big deal. He was just a player. Tomorrow night he’d probably be sitting in his car getting a blow job from some other chick who thought he was God’s gift. Why did it rankle her so? Was there something about him? Something that Ellie was sexually responding to? And she didn’t want to? Was that it?

Ellie replayed that scene over and over in her head on the way home. As she thought about it, she realized that he had looked at her, winked and almost immediately after that, he had come. Then he looked over to make sure she had seen him come. And of course, like a dope, she had still been standing there, slack-jawed watching it all.

The whole thing evoked such a strange mix of emotions. She was mad at herself for watching him and even more angry that she had let him see her watching. And angrier still that, even after he had seen her, she kept watching.

But that was only part of it. There was something more to it. Why the hell had she watched in the first place? Any other time she would have averted her eyes and moved along quickly. What had compelled her to watch? There was something to it, she knew, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

It wasn’t really a voyeuristic thrill or anything like that. No, it was something more subtle. Maybe because he had actually been hitting on Ellie just a half hour earlier? Had arrogantly assured her that he could help her? Of course he could afford to be arrogant with Ellie...there had been a girl sitting at the bar waiting to suck his cock!

And he talked to Ellie like she should be grateful to be next in line! Why would such abrasive cockiness make her interested in seeing him get sucked off?

And was there a tingle that she felt when he winked? Was it like he was telling her it could have been her in the car with him? His eyes could have gone anywhere, but they stopped on her. Why would that make her feel flattered instead of repulsed? Why would she want a guy like that looking at her when he comes? Whatever her brain knew about what she should feel, her body had its own ideas. There had definitely been some sort of physical sensation she had experienced. Not exactly a thrill, but her body had responded.

When she got home, she tried to push the clutter aside and get back to the important things in her life. Dave met her in the garage and kissed her. Then they walked up to the inside door holding hands. It felt good and right, and she was glad to have his love.

That night in bed though, as Dave nestled between her raised knees and penetrated her, there was heat, but nothing wild or passionate. Dave, always the considerate one, did his best to make her come, but Ellie simply wasn’t feeling the magic in their movements that night.

It wasn’t until she started thinking about her encounter with the cocky, good-looking stranger