My Best Friend's Sexy Bachelor Of A Dad (Mature Content) (Complete)

Chapter 9 - MeDICal procedure

"Where is Andy Woodbridge's office?" I asked.

The woman behind the nurses desk regarded me with a confused and almost disgusted look. She couldn't grasp why this girl, and I was a girl, was inquiring after the head of cardiac surgery.

"Straight down the hall," she said finally, "Last door."

I smiled weakly and shuffled away. I followed her instructions and found the door with a small rectangular plate with Dr Andy Woodbridge engraved on the front. I knocked timidly on the door. I heard no reply and, against my better nature, opened the door. I stepped in and softly closed the door behind me. His office was a small space with enough room for a desk and a small futon against the opposite wall as well as a sleek black bookcase with many folders, each individual hand labelled. I walked over behind his desk to see he only had two picture present. One was of him and his daughters on holiday, most likely Florida, and one of Gemma, Julia and I all laying on the ground with out heads together creating a clover like shape. I smiled.

"Come to stare at photos?"

My head snapped to see Andy closing the door to his office. I hadn't seen him in his scrubs before. There were a deep blue and did nothing to outline his physique but none of that mattered as he looked at me hard face and uncomfortable to see me. I bit my lip.

"No," I replied, "I came to find you."

"Well you found me," he replied dryly, "You could have waited until I got home as I'm only here to consult."

I shook my head, "No I need to clear the air."

He raised an eyebrow at me. He dropped the folder he was holding on his desk and folded his arms, "Let me guess? About last night?"

I nodded.

"Don't bother," he replied, "There is nothing to talk about."

"You and I both know there is!" I replied, "I feel awful for what I did but you need to understand Gemma is bi and I've known for a long time. And I figured if she wanted to try kissing a girl it was better with me than a stranger."

"And why should I believe Gemma is bisexual?" Andy laughed turning and sitting on the futon, "Its probably you trying to save your ass."

"If I wanted to save my ass I would have done it last night before you smacked the thing!" I burst, "Plus yes I was jealous that the Greek God I am fucking was spending the night in the company of another woman so excuse me if I wasn't thinking correctly."

"She was a colleague," he replied firmly.

"Oh as if you don't see that all the woman here would happily jump your bones the second they got the chance," I spat, "But clearly I wasted breath with my explanation."

I walked back towards the door, pissed and stung. I managed to open the door a crack before it was slammed shut by Andy's muscular arm. He then easily picked up my body and pinned me against the door.

"There is nothing more sexy than a jealous woman," he whispered darkly, "Especially you."

Andy's lips viciously ravened my neck, biting and teasing the skin such as to squeeze the moans from my body. His arm then threw me onto the futon, his body and lips claiming me. His hands crawled under my skirt and pulled off my underwear, tossing it into the unknown ibis. He then removed his scrubs until he was in only his underwear, which he then discarded. One swift movement and he was inside of me. We sat up and I was on top of him, clutching his shoulders for support as he glided his hands up under my top. His dick within me was the most exciting feeling imaginable as I literally jumped up and down on top of his body, controlling his movement within me. My sex felt hot and wet as his moaned echoed my own and I prayed for thick walls. His hands once more slipped under my skirt and he playfully smacked my arse which jolted him inside me. I moaned for more.

"Oh daddy!" I cried, "Daddy I'm so wet!"

"Baby girl! So vulgar!" He moaned. He smacked my arse again, "Naughty girl."

"I'm your naughty girl daddy!" I groaned.

"Fuck yeah you are!" He moaned.

"Daddy I'm gonna cum!" I moaned.

"Cum baby!" He replied, "Cum for daddy!"

And fuck did I cum. My energy drained as I came but Andy kept me going until I had come again and so had he. I collapsed onto the floor, spent of any energy that I once had. I watched Andy clean himself up and redress his body. I watched the art form disappear behind the curtain.

"Why is it you always make me horny?" He asked.

I laughed, "I could ask the same thing!"

"You're just a sex fuelled lady," he laughed, "Nothing to do with me."

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not but take off your clothes and I can climax all day," I replied.

"Hm now I feel that that must be tested," Andy said.

"You're kidding!" I pulled myself onto the futon.

"I think I'll call it the sextathlon," he laughed.

"Why is that a turn on?" I whined.

"Don't say that or I may need to take you again!" Andy moaned.

I bit my lip, "Don't tease."

"Oh fuck work!"