A/N: trigger warnings: smut and mentions of addictions.

Ryan's POV

"Ryan, would you like to share anything today?" The fiftyish woman with greying brown hair and a tight smile, I forget her name or her role, counselor or director or something, asked me during our first group session of the day.

I shook my head. "I'm just here so I don't get fined." I replied, remembering an infamous line from some famous athlete a few years earlier. I had nothing to share. I didn't want to be here. I didn't belong here. I just wanted to be back in my room so I could finish writing the song I had been working on. At least they let me have my guitar and my notebook and pen. I guess in that respect this place was better than jail. Chalk one up to rehab. Woo hoo.

"You know Ryan, it might be helpful to share, to get these feelings off of your chest. We are all battling some kind of demon here, so there won't be any judgment from anyone." She prodded further.

"I don't have anything to share. No demons to fight, nothing on my chest and I really don't give a flying fuck about being judged. I don't have a problem, I'm just here because some people said I had to be. Feel free to move on." I replied sullenly. I was not like these people. They were alcoholics and drug addicts. I was neither. I just drank sometimes because I enjoyed the taste and the feeling of the alcohol. I didn't drink every day. Hell, I could go days without drinking.

Still, better than jail. Seven more weeks of this, and I would be home free. I could get back to my life, get back on the road and keep doing what I love. What I was born to do.

Seven more weeks.

She frowned at me for a moment, but then finally did as I suggested and moved on to the next person sitting in the circle of chairs in the small room.

Some girl named Hope began speaking. She was probably in her early twenties and damn she was hot. She was an actress or model or something. In fact everyone here was somebody. Actors, models, athletes, even a few other musicians. This was a very exclusive, very private facility that catered to the rich and famous, although there was an unspoken rule that no one acknowledged knowing who another person was.

As Hope talked on and on about her cocaine addiction, words began forming in my head. If anything, rehab had given me a lot of writing inspiration. Hey, I have to find some kind of positive in this whole shitty situation.

You say I gotta get over you
And get sober too
I got a lot of habits I gotta kick
But weigh out all your options, and take your pick

That's pretty good. I grabbed the pen from my pocket and began scrawling the lyrics on my hand before I forgot them.

A few pairs of eyes turned to stare at me for having the nerve to be writing shit down while Hope was baring her soul and crying softly as she told her sob story, but fuck them. They had bigger things to worry about.

Hope finished her tale of woe, and several members gathered around her to comfort her and pass her tissues and tell her how strong and how brave she was for admitting she had a problem and seeking help. Blah blah blah. Just make it stop. I was tired of listening to everyone's "poor me" tale. The whiny voices. And oh God...the tears. Boo fucking hoo. I just wanted to be left alone. I was ready to tear my hair out or gouge my eyes out or something. But that would be such a waste. My hair was my trademark and if I gouged my eyes out then I wouldn't be able to see just how hot Hope really was. Sure her voice was annoying as fuck, but I could easily shut her up. Stuff my cock down her throat and she wouldn't be able to speak. Not to mention she would look so damn good with her pretty pink lips wrapped around my hard cock.

I could live without alcohol, but no sex was killing me.

Some guy named Ricky was now speaking. I think he was some X-games athlete who developed an addiction to painkillers while recovering from some broken bones in a stunt gone wrong. I tuned him out and looked once again at Hope who was dabbing her eyes daintily with a tissue. She flashed me a flirty smile and my mind one again fantasized about how good she would look on her knees sucking my cock. I could probably make that fantasy a reality. I was Ryan Fucking Blaney after all. All the women wanted me, hell, even some guys wanted me.

Some actress named Melody was now talking about how she had become addicted to amphetamines after a director told her she was too fat for the role she had auditioned for. Eh...she was a little thick, but not fat by any means. She was also a looker. I personally like women with a little meat on their bones. Hell, I like women period. I like my women like I like my whiskey: aged at least 21 years and smooth going down. All the way down.

Hearing Melody talk, I then got yet another idea and began scrawling more lyrics on my hand. I should have just jotted them down on my leg, the one that wasn't tattooed, because I was running out of hand space. This group session just needed to hurry up and end. I had some songwriting to do.

If you ain't gonna kiss me
Then I'll take some whiskey, some Grizzly
Nicotine amphetamines too

Thank you for the inspiration Melody. Maybe I could work out a threesome between Melody, Hope and myself. That would make this whole rehab shit a lot more tolerable. Songwriting could wait a little longer. I had other plans, like getting laid.

          
                              🎶🎶🎶🎶

"Fuck...yesss. Right there. Oh God yes...yes. " The brunette sitting on my face with her thick thighs squeezing my head moaned and cried out in pure ecstasy.

I dragged my head from her drenched cunt, catching my breath before I spoke. "Gotta be quiet darlin' if you want me to keep licking your pussy. Why don't you give her a kiss." I indicated the blonde who was riding me.

Hours had passed since our group session, and it didn't take much convincing to get Hope and Melody on board for a threesome. As luck would have it, Melody and Hope were roommates. All I had to do was sneak out of my room at lights out and enter theirs. Security was seriously lacking at this place, but what do you expect at a rehab for spoiled celebrities? We were all here voluntarily anyway. At least for the most part. I could leave, if I were willing to risk jail time, which I wasn't. I might as well make the most of my rehab stint. It had been a long week without sex, so maybe these two beauties would help make my stay worthwhile.

Melody rose to her knees, then turned herself around, back to me as she faced Hope. She leaned in and placed a steamy kiss on Hope's lips before lowering herself back onto my face and I resumed eating her out as Hope rode me into an explosive orgasm that left her thighs quivering around me and her walls gripping my cock like a vice. Melody kissed her through her orgasm as she experienced one of her own.

Melody and Hope seemed familiar with each other's bodies, and I could only imagine how they spent their previous nights before I came along. Fuck that was hot. Not my first time being a part of a threesome, and certainly not my last, especially since I was stuck here for the next seven weeks of a 60 day stay.

Hearing Melody and Hope moan into each other's mouths was such a turn on. Enough to have me bucking my hips up into Hope's pussy, coaxing another orgasm from her. I lifted my hand and found Melody's clit with my finger. Making tight circles on the little nub and fucking her with my tongue. She and I came together, both of our moans and grunts muffled: mine by her sitting on my face and hers by Hope's tongue in her mouth and throat.

We cleaned ourselves up, and before heading back to my room, I gave each of them my best panty dropping smile. "Same time tomorrow evening?"

They both nodded vigorously.

Okay. I can handle this rehab thing after all.

A/N: Yikes Ryan is an asshole. Lol. Let me know what you think so far. I'm having a blast writing this, and hope this feeling continues.