An hour later, feeling sore and a little humiliated, Henley carefully sat up in bed and looked around for his wrinkled shirt. With it, he wiped the c*m off his face. He hated when Gabriel did that. Hated it. Heart in mouth, he slipped his underwear on. Again, Gabriel had been too rough with him tonight. It seems it was happening more and more these days. Sometimes Gabriel joked about not having time to go to the gym and s*x with Henley was his only work-out. Very funny.
Henley leaned back against the bed’s oak wood headboard and held back a sigh. What was he doing still giving Gabriel what he wanted, when he never received what he needed? This wasn’t going anywhere. Why did he still put up with it? For a moment, he was transfixed, staring out of his bedroom window at the breathtaking view
