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Father’s Day hadn’t been a day Tristan used to think about.

Even after Piper came into his life, it wasn’t like there was much to celebrate. Not since his own dad died without him being able to do anything about it.

Safe to say, he didn’t care much about the day, which was probably why he decided to spend it in a mechanic’s garage in Texas, of all places. 

Just his luck that, right after shooting, his car would break down. At the very least, he didn’t have to worry about making it to a scene on time, but he really wished he could go home and drop on the bed, maybe tell Piper a bedtime story before falling asleep himself.

Instead, he stood by as he watched the mechanic, a Hispanic woman called Esperanza, while Piper spent her time with the woman’s son in the small apartment that the garage was connected to.

He supposed it was a plus that the mechanic had a kid around Piper’s age; otherwise, he had a feeling his little princess would be going crazy right now.

The other big plus was the fact she was working on the engine, meaning she was bent over the open hood of the car, giving him a perfect view of her ass. While it wasn’t the biggest he’d seen, it was definitely the firmest, and the pants she wore happened to do nothing to hide it.

It didn’t take long for the car to be up and running again, and she pulled away, soot all over her but a kind smile on her face. There was no denying she was pretty, and she was far from delicate, which wasn’t a surprise given her profession. The only downside was she had to stand up straight, but he supposed it was a small price to pay.

“That should do it,” she said, looking proud of herself. 

“Thanks,” he sighed in relief. “I owe you big time.”

“Think nothing of it,” she waved her hand. “I like fixing things, and your visit gave my little Leo a friend.”

“Still,” Tristan wasn’t used to things going his way just yet, so he figured there had to be a catch somewhere if he didn’t make it up to her.

“It’s fine,” she shook her head, looking at him with amusement. “If I didn’t help Hollywood’s newest rising star, I’d be blacklisted from everywhere I go to.”

Tristan didn’t have anything he could say to that, so he stayed quiet. A part of him wanted to go home, but he knew Piper was having fun in the other room, so he decided he could stay a bit.

And yet, he didn’t want to go into the house. For whatever reason, he wanted to stay here, and it seemed Esperanza did as well, cleaning herself up near the car before leaning against it. “So, why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself?”

“Not much to say,” he shrugged, taking a step closer to her without thinking. “Before I became an actor, well… I don’t like talking about it.”

“Such a serious face,” she smiled at him, and he recognized that smile well. “You should relax, Tristan. That much stress isn’t good for you.”

“Well, I don’t know too many ways to destress,” he shrugged, knowing exactly what was about to happen. Admittedly, Esperanza was a lot more direct than most of the people he’d been with, but he wasn’t about to complain.

“I can think of a few ways,” she smiled coyly at him, turning around and pressing her hands on the hood of the car. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed you staring at- ah!”

Without waiting for her to finish, he’d bent her over the hood of the car and yanked her pants and underwear off, his own dropping to his ankles. As he rubbed his cock on her ass, he reached down for a condom. “You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me.”

“I can imagine,” she smirked back at him. “Now put that in me before I- oh…”

Not seeing any reason to deny her, he slipped the condom on as quickly as he could and buried himself deep in her. Normally, he might have taken his time and drawn this out, but right now, all he wanted to do was fuck her until she couldn’t walk.

“Tristan!” she yelped out before covering her mouth, muffling her screams as he gripped her hips tightly.

“Look at you,” he groaned. “So good around my dick. Wish I could hear you scream, but we don’t want the kids knowing, do we?”

All she did was shake her head, a muffled gasp coming out with each thrust, which caused her ass ripple with each time his hips slammed into hers. Unable to help himself, he raised his hand and smacked her, though not too hard, so the kids didn’t hear it.

“So good,” he groaned, leaning against the hood of the car and pressing his chest to her back, biting down on her neck. With that, he felt one of her hands come up to the back of his head, holding it in place as she tightened around him.

That was more than he could take, as he shuddered and came hard, riding it out for as long as he could. 

“Well,” Esperanza sighed as he pulled out after a bit. “That was fun.”

“Yeah,” he took a step back and gave her a quick nod. “It was.”

“When can we do that again?” she tilted her head, looking at him with a curious gaze.

“As soon as I’m hard again,” he smirked. “And as long as I’m in Texas.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Time in London was not how Tristan figured he’d spend his summer, but at least the movie paid well.

That and the people he met weren’t half bad. Or at least, one couple wasn’t. When he first met Julius and Ruby Kane, he hadn’t known what to think, but they seemed nice enough.

Ruby especially was very kind, more so than her husband, anyway. While Julius was fine enough, Ruby had been the real star of the show, especially since she had more time to spend with him and Piper, showing them around London while Piper spent time with her kids.

Of course, that wasn’t what he enjoyed the most out of their time together. That would have been right now in his hotel room.

“Tristan,” she sighed as he kissed a trail up her neck, pressing his lips to hers roughly.

When she first started flirting with him, he’d been taken off guard. From what he could see, she and Julius were happily married, but that didn’t stop her. At first, he’d thought she was just doing this casually, a friendly kind of flirting. But then, she didn’t stop, and after a few weeks, she was kissing him in his hotel room.

“What about Julius?” he managed to ask after a bit. As curious as he was about her husband’s position in this, he wasn’t made of stone, and when she kissed him, he had a hard time not kissing her back. 

“He won’t mind,” she kissed him hard then as she climbed onto his lap. “Don’t worry about it.”

Maybe that shouldn’t have been enough, but it was enough for him, and he flipped her onto her back, ripping off her clothes in the process.

Now, they were both naked, and he was buried inside of her, taking her slowly. Considering how kind she’d been to him so far, he wanted to savor this.

“Tristan…” she sighed, pulling his forehead to hers as she smiled. 

“Right here,” he leaned in and kissed her, his movements slow and steady, unlike most of his trysts. “I’m right here, Ruby.”

Speeding up a bit after a moment, he found her legs wrapping around his waist, and her face scrunched up in pleasure as her blond hair formed a messy halo around her head. “Right there, love. Right there!”

Their kiss was sloppy, but it was just what he needed right then. Without thinking about it, he grabbed her hair and pulled on it hard, getting a squeal. “Oh, Tristan!”

When she came, she clutched his back hard, but he didn’t slow down. Right now, there was nothing that was going to stop him from fucking the blond bombshell underneath him.

Not even if her husband walked in at this moment.

Though, from the way she spoke about it, maybe he wouldn’t mind. Whatever the case, he kept pounding her until he felt himself getting close, at which point, he sped up as quickly as he could.

“Tristan!” she cried out, desperately grabbing his hair and moving his head to face her. “I’m going to- ah!”

Soon after, she came again, and this time, Tristan couldn’t hold himself back. Between Ruby clenching around him again and her look of pure ecstasy, he came harder than he had in a while.

The whine he got when he pulled away from her almost made him ready to go again, but it would take a bit before he was at full mast. “Easy there, Ruby. We’ll go again soon enough.”

“Promise?” she sat up and leaned against his arm, her tits brushing against his bicep.

Instead of speaking, he answered her with a deep kiss as he pulled her onto his lap. If there was anything he knew, it was that he was going to make use of all the time they had together.

There were a lot of things Tristan McLean regretted.

Between not having enough time to see Piper’s play, not getting famous in time to treat his dad, and starring in the last movie he was in, one could say there was nothing that could top those in terms of regrets.

That was, of course, until he found himself in bed with a washed-up eighties starlet with a drinking problem.

There was nothing he could think of that justified his accepting Beryl’s advances other than the fact that he had a decent crush on her when he was younger. The fact that he’d been a teenager, right in the middle of puberty, when she took Hollywood by storm, made it hard for him not to think she was hot at the time, and that certainly held up today.

He just wished he’d had some better decision-making skills. 

“Having fun, baby boy?” she smirked up at him as she rubbed his cock, stroking it gently and licking the tip. “I’m gonna give you a night you’ll never forget.”

“You’ve been saying that for the past fifteen minutes,” he huffed, and while the handjob was nice, he was hoping for more before the end of the night. Otherwise, he could have just found an overly excited fan.

“Just wait,” she huffed, shifting over so her face was right in front of his dick. “So impatient.”

Before he could say a thing in response, she’d stuffed his entire cock down her throat, taking his breath away without even trying. 

“Beryl,” he groaned as she started bobbing her head, her tongue swirling against the tip of his dick. The way she was going, he might not last as long as he normally could.

If there was anything he could say about Beryl, it was that she knew how to suck a dick. Maybe it was because of how long she’s been in Hollywood, or maybe it was because she was just a natural. Whatever the case, she was driving him crazy.

Not as crazy as she did a bit after when he got close. Apparently, she didn’t need to be told, being such an expert that she just pulled away as he could feel himself building to the end. “Oh no, baby boy. You’re not finishing that quickly.”

“Beryl…” he groaned as she continued stroking him, keeping him hard but not letting him come.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she smirked, batting away his hands as he tried to grab her hair. “We’re going at my pace, darling. No touching until I say so.”

“This isn’t fair,” he gritted his teeth as she lazily licked the base of his cock.

“Neither was me getting two kids dumped on me and getting left alone, but that’s life for you,” she huffed, glaring at a point behind him. “Can you imagine that? Being left with two leeches and needing to deal with them on your own? Never mind the fact my ungrateful eldest brat ran away, leaving me alone!”

Having had a kid dropped on him when he didn’t expect it, Tristan did somewhat get the frustration behind that, but he felt like she was going a bit too far with how she was talking about her children. Before he could say anything, though, she’d taken his dick back down her throat, driving him crazy again.

It was a cycle of that, with her giving him the best head of his life before edging him while complaining about something from her past, be it her ex, her kids, her failing stardom, or some insult or another she’d suffered for being batshit insane.

It didn’t take long before he couldn’t take it anymore, right in the middle of her talking about her former fame. “The worst part about Hollywood is how quickly they’ll forget about you. I was a star, you know? Big enough to attract anyone, and they just threw me aside,” at least she didn’t stop stroking his dick, but she could manage to stop stroking her ego. “They threw me aside like I was nothing, and in fact-”

Before she could finish her sentence, Tristan had grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped her onto her back, straddling her chest. “You talk too much.”

“Oh yeah?” she raised her eyebrow, not looking annoyed in the slightest. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

That was all the invitation he needed before he pushed his dick back down her throat, this time controlling the pace. This might have been the first time he’d ever properly fucked someone’s face, and she took it like she was born for this.

With how wound up he’d been, it didn’t take him long to come down her throat, and as he got off of her, he could feel his legs shaking.

With a smug smile on her face that didn’t really hide how worn she got from that, she turned to him. “Told you I’d give you a night you wouldn’t forget.”

As much as he hated to admit it, this was a night he wouldn’t soon forget, especially with how good it was.

Even if he desperately needed a shower now.

The last thing Tristan expected to do was fuck someone who was on a hike.

With how long shooting tended to go, he’d often find himself going through the wilderness that wasn’t too far from where the set was, needing some time away from it all. 

And yet, instead of time alone, he ended up meeting one Natalie Chase, though he couldn’t say it was a bad thing exactly, as he quickly found out she was a delight to be around. At least, she was more fun to hang out with than anyone else on the set.

“Is it really that bad?” she’d asked him as they sat shoulder to shoulder. It had been a few weeks since they first met, and she was getting a lot more comfortable around him. Comfortable enough that she made no secret of what she wanted.

“You don’t know the worst of it,” he sighed, shaking his head. “Whenever I’m around them, it feels like I’m going insane.”

“Damn,” she sighed, leaning a bit against him. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

All Tristan could do to that was snort. “You’re not subtle, are you?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” was all she said in response before kissing him and climbing onto his lap.

Soon enough, they were both naked in the middle of the woods, with Tristan pressing Natalie’s back against a nearby tree. “How do you want it?”

“From the back,” she stole another kiss before turning and pushing her hands against the tree. “There’s some lube in my bag,” she turned to wink at him. “I want it in the back door.”

Gulping hard, Tristan lubed himself up and pressed his dick to her asshole, mildly impressed it didn’t need much preparation before he slid in. “You’ve done this before?”

“All the time,” she winked back at him. “Now fuck me.”

There was no way he was going to deny her at this point, and there was no way he was going to slowly build his way up to a fast pace, grabbing her hips hard and pounding her with all he had.

This was risky, as at any point, someone from his crew could come and find them like this, and Tristan could very easily find himself in a scandal that he might not be able to recover from. All it would take would be one curious crewmember coming close and hearing Natalie’s moans.

And yet, it was those moans that kept him from stopping. That and her tight ass, clenched around his dick like a vice grip, making it incredibly hard for him to focus on anything but Natalie.

And, of course, she didn’t leave it at just that. “You like fucking me in the ass, don’t you Tris? Even though anyone could see us, even if it’d be really bad for you to- oh!”

It wasn’t until she gasped that Tristan realized he’d spanked her, and while her ass was more firm than most of his other lovers, that didn’t stop it from rippling just a bit.

“Natalie,” he groaned as she started pushing back against him, meeting him halfway. 

“Yeah, big boy?” she smirked back at him. “Gonna fuck me harder? Gonna ravage me with that magic cock of yours?”

“If you keep talking like that,” he growled out. “I won’t be holding back.”

“Who said I wanted you to?” she winked back at him, gripping the tree harder as she braced herself. “My ass is all yours, baby.”

With that, Tristan lost any semblance of self-control, pushing his entire body against Natalie and pounding her with all he had, and biting down on her shoulder. At least this got her to stop talking, with the only sounds that came out of her being incoherent moans.

At some point, his hands grabbed her tits and squeezed them roughly, though he couldn’t say when exactly, with his thoughts being too scrambled. While they weren’t the biggest around, not being even medium-sized, they were perfect right now.

Besides, her ass more than made up for it.

“Nat,” he mumbled into her shoulder. “I’m close.”

“Me too,” she gasped out before shaking, coming all over the ground, and he emptied all he had into her ass soon after, practically seeing stars.

When they pulled away from each other, Natalie was still braced against the tree. “Having a hard time standing?”

“You were pretty relentless,” she said, turning to smile at him and leaning against the tree. “But I’d say it worked out.”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “I should get back to the set.”

“Probably,” she shrugged, smirking at him. “But I’ll be here for more whenever you want.”

That sounded good to him.

Of all the partners he’s had over the years, Emily might have been the most bittersweet one.

As great as she was, both in bed and as a person, he knew it wouldn’t last. When they met just a few days ago, she’d told him she had a few days before she was to be deployed, which made it weird for him that she was in the United States instead of Canada.

“I wanted a few days to myself before going,” she’d sighed as she explained why. “I love my son and my mom, but I needed these days to myself. I’ll be going back home before we go, but I needed this.”

Tristan wasn’t one to judge, and it wasn’t like he could understand what she was talking about, so he figured he’d just accept it and move on.

Besides, it wasn’t like he was going to complain about it when she was in the shower with him.

It was a very good thing he was on the stronger end, most of his roles needing him to be in very good shape, as it meant he could easily lift Emily up and slide her on his dick.

“That’s it, Tristan,” she smiled at him, stealing a quick kiss. “Right there.”

Showering together to conserve water had been her idea, but the moment she’d thrown her hands around his neck, pressed her smaller body against his, and leaned up to kiss him, any thought of this being a quick shower was thrown out and he’d fucked her without any second thought.

Of course, given how much she’d been winding him up all day, it didn’t take long for him to finish from this. While he would have felt a bit disappointed in himself for not letting her finish before he did, he knew they were just getting started.

Besides, the smile on her face told him she wasn’t bothered by it. “Guess you’ll just need to make up for it when we get out of here.”

“You know I will,” he kissed her as he slipped out, though he didn’t put her back on the ground just yet, wanting to enjoy the feeling of her up in his arms for a bit longer. Soon, though, he had to put her down, and they finished up their shower, though he had a feeling they’d be in here again soon enough.

That was proven when they got back to the bed and she pushed him onto his back, straddling him without a second thought. “I do hope you’re ready for round two, Tris. We’re not close to finished yet.”

“You know it, Em,” his hands immediately went to her waist as she guided his cock to her dripping cunt, sliding onto him as he eyes fluttered.

“So big,” she whispered, smiling as she placed one hand on his abdomen, clutching his hand with the other as she started grinding against him.

“You know it,” he winked, his hands moving to her ass, groping it as she bit her lip. “Now, show me how you’ll get your fill, alright baby?”

That was apparently the right thing to say, as she seemed to get a spark in her eyes before planting her knees on either side of his hips and bouncing her ass up and down like her life depended on it. Even though he’d just come a few minutes ago, he had a feeling this time wouldn’t be any longer than normal.

It didn’t take long for him to start thrusting up, meeting her bouncing as he eyes screwed shut and a strangled moan tore its way out of her throat. “Tristan!”

“That’s it, baby,” he brought his hands up to grope her breasts, tweaking one of her nipples as he smirked, trying his best to hold himself together until she came. “Say my name.”

“Tristan,” she sighed, dropping her body to his and kissing him hard, his arms quickly encircling her and pressing her against his frame. Throughout all that, they didn’t stop for a moment, instead speeding up as Tristan was determined to give her everything he had.

Given she was going back to Canada tomorrow, he wanted to make the most of tonight.

When she pulled back, he didn’t let go of her, keeping her in place as he felt himself getting close again. “Emily…”

“Gonna come, Tris,” she whispered, her breath hitting his face. “I’m so close.”

“Me too,” he whispered. “I-”

He was cut off by her lips colliding with his, a guttural moan coming out of her as she came hard, moments before he erupted in her again. A big part of him was surprised he still had that much left in the tank, but apparently, Emily did something to him.

It took them a bit before they pulled away from each other, their breathing heavy with exhaustion. When they managed to catch their breath, Tristan turned to smile at her. “Made up for the shower?”

“More than,” she chuckled, turning to her side. “But I do hope you’ve got a few more to go.”

“You know it,” he smirked, pulling her body flush against his. “Just give me a few and we’re going again.”

“Glad to hear it.” There wasn’t much talking after that.

If there was one thing Tristan could say he enjoyed, it was spending time at the Blofis apartment.

For one, it meant he’d get to relax a bit and not be Tristan McLean, the Hollywood movie star, but just be Tristan McLean, a single dad trying his best to do right by his daughter.

Two, it meant that Piper could be around some of her closest friends, and he got to see how happy she was. As much as he tried to be in her life, he knew that Hollywood made it harder, so seeing her happy like that was the best for him.

Three, he got to have some of the famous Sally Blofis cooking, which tended to produce the best things he’d ever eaten, and that was including all of the top-tier Hollywood chefs.

And lastly, most importantly, it meant he got to spend time with Sally, which, coupled with him being her permanent celebrity pass, meant one thing.

“I hope you enjoyed them, Tristan,” Sally smiled as she moved to undo her apron, which was the only thing she was wearing at the moment. Not that it mattered much; as hard as that apron tried, it didn't do much to hide Sally’s perfect tits.

“They were perfect,” he smiled as he put the cookie plate back on the table. “But I can think of a few other things that are even more perfect.”

That got a chuckle out of her as she threw the apron to the side on top of the pile of their clothes. Since he’d gotten to the apartment, he’d fucked Sally on just about every surface he could find, and he intended to keep going as long as he could.

But first, he had to get something out of the way. Not willing to let this take too long, he got to his feet and pulled her into his arms, pressing her body flush against his as he kissed her deep and slow. It had been a long time since they’d had a moment like this, and he was going to make the most of it.

From the way her arms came around his shoulder, one hand making its way to his hair, holding his head in place, he had a feeling she felt the same. 

Given that Sally was more than just a friend with benefits for him, he was glad that they stayed like this for a while. It was hard to say exactly what they were together, as they weren’t exactly dating, but it didn’t really matter as long as they got to do this.

Soon enough, the kiss grew heated, and Tristan pulled back and picked her up over his shoulder, making his way to the bedroom as she laughed loudly.

“What’re you gonna do to me, Tris?” she asked coyly, already seeming to have an idea.

“I’m going to do what I should’ve done ages ago,” he said, his voice low and gravely as he spanked her before dumping her on the bed. “I’m going to breed you.”

After she’d told him of that particular kink, he’d been dying to take part in it, but he hadn’t been able to find the time. The last time they’d been together had been about two months ago, and back then, he didn’t know about this little tidbit.

And with the look on her face, Tristan had a feeling Sally was just as excited for this.

Without wasting any time, Tristan mounted her, folding her in half as he pushed her into a mating press, figuring this was the best way to do this part. “Is this what you wanted, Sally? For me to breed you?”

“Yes!” she clutched at him, wrapping her legs around his back without hesitation. “Please, I- right there!”

There was no way he was going to wait any longer before burying himself in her after that. On a good day, he could barely resist Sally, but this time, there was nothing that could keep him from her.

It had been too long since he’d last fucked her, and he was going to fix that.

“Tristan…” she sighed as he pounded her into the bed, her tits bouncing slightly with each thrust. “Right there…”

“You like this, don’t you, baby?” Tristan leaned next to her ear as he whispered, the bed starting to creak under them. “Even in yours and Paul’s bed, you can’t help it, can you?”

“No,” she gasped as he sped up, giving it his all now. “I- I can’t- oh, Tristan, right there!”

There wasn’t much talking from her after that, but that didn’t stop him from continuing his point. “Your own marital bed, defiled by most standards, all because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. Got anything to say to that?”

The only response was a desperate kiss to his cheek as she tried to bring his head up. “Look at you. I bet Paul couldn’t do any of this to you. That’s why you’re so desperate for me.”

Even though he knew Paul was alright with this, there was something fun about this roleplay, something Sally seemed to enjoy even more. “He can’t. He couldn’t. Need you. Please, Tris, I-”

“Need me?” he chuckled slightly, though he could tell it was tense. There was only so much he could hold himself together right now.

“Need you,” she whispered. “Said you’d breed me. Knock me up.”

That was his breaking point, and he pulled up to kiss her deeply, pushing her head back against the pillow as he grabbed her tits and squeezed. This was a long time coming, and he knew he was getting close.

From the sounds of her moans, muffled as they were, he knew she was getting close, too. As much as he enjoyed kissing her, he pulled back, wanting to see the look on her face when she fell apart.

“Tristan!” her eyes screwed shut and her mouth hung open as she clutched his back, pulling him as close as she could against her body. His own arms came around her back, holding her as close as he could, given how they were. It didn’t take him long to dump everything he had inside her after that.

When he did, he pulled back a bit so she could adjust her position, getting a bit more comfortable. He didn’t imagine it was good for her back to stay like that for long. Though from the look on her face, she didn’t seem to mind. “That was fun.”

“Yeah,” he smiled. “Knock me up?”

“Felt like it fit,” she shrugged. “Besides, I kind of hope you did.”

“Paul won’t mind?” he couldn’t help but ask.

“No,” she shook her head. “Not if it’s with you.”

That was good enough for Tristan. If she did end up pregnant from this, he’d help take care of the baby, of course, but for now, he just kissed Sally and readied himself for round two. Maybe by the end of today, she would actually be pregnant.

Whatever happened, he knew that this year’s Father’s Day was a good one.