Naruto: The Shameless Uchiha Tycoon

Kushina smiled directly into her face. “Make me.”

Mikoto leaned down and kissed her hard. Kushina met her without hesitation, her mouth opening easily to let Mikoto’s tongue slide in. She still tasted faintly of sake, and Mikoto could feel the grin curving against her own lips. When she finally pulled back to breathe, Kushina was still smiling up at her.

“For someone who wanted me quiet, you’re working very hard,” Kushina murmured.

“You’re still talking.”

“Then try harder.”

Kushina’s hands slipped around her waist and dragged her right back down into the cushions. Mikoto braced a knee against the mat to keep from crushing her, but Kushina just used the leverage to grind her hips upward, pressing the soaking wet seam of her panties directly against Mikoto’s thigh.

Mikoto pulled back again and simply stayed there, hovering over her in silence. Kushina opened one eye, clearly expecting another kiss. “What?”

“Nothing,” Mikoto said, letting a slow smile touch her mouth.

Kushina groaned. “Oh, don’t start that.”

She grabbed the front of Mikoto’s open blouse to pull her down, her knuckles dragging roughly over Mikoto’s bra. Mikoto hissed at the sudden pressure on her swollen breast and caught Kushina’s wrist.

“Don’t,” Mikoto warned.

“I didn’t say anything.”

Mikoto glared at her, but Kushina was already looking at the fresh damp spots spreading across the sheer fabric of Mikoto’s bra, before glancing down at the matching stains on her own exposed chest.

“We’re both cows,” Kushina noted.

Mikoto stared at her. “I hate you.”

“Moo.”

Mikoto grabbed the nearest floor cushion and shoved it directly into Kushina’s face. Kushina caught it, laughing straight into the fabric, and hooked her leg behind Mikoto’s knee. They rolled sideways into the mess of displaced cushions and discarded clothes, knocking a sake cup off the low table.

The vibrator slipped from Mikoto’s hand and buzzed against the mat between them.

Kushina lunged and snatched it up first. She held the vibrating silicone out of reach. “Come get it.”

Mikoto grabbed for her wrist, but Kushina shoved her backward into the cushions, planting a knee beside her hip to keep her pinned. Kushina straightened her spine into a ridiculous, stiff-backed posture and lifted her chin.

“Good evening,” Kushina said in a clipped, perfectly polite voice. “How pleasant to see you.”

“Kushina.”

“I would never behave improperly in front of the cla—”

“Oh, fuck off.”

Kushina broke, laughing so hard she nearly dropped the toy. Mikoto used the distraction to shove her over, grabbing a fistful of red hair when Kushina tried to twist away. Kushina threw a crude insult over her shoulder, and Mikoto’s palm came down sharply across her bare ass.

Smack.

Both of them froze.

The vibrator hummed quietly against the floor. Kushina slowly looked over her shoulder, her breath catching in her throat. Mikoto stared at her own hand, then back at Kushina’s flushed face.

Kushina’s lips twitched. “Again.”

“Absolutely not,” Mikoto said.

Kushina looked back at her, eyes bright with challenge.

“Coward.”

Mikoto’s hand came down again.

It landed much harder. Kushina sucked in a sharp, hissing breath, her thighs trembling as slick juices dripped from her cunt onto the mat.

Mikoto stared at her. “You actually liked that.”

Kushina looked back. “Are you complaining?”

One of the silk restraints was lying near the overturned sample box. Kushina noticed it first, nudging it with her toe, and raised a challenging eyebrow.

Mikoto picked it up. “You’ve been asking too many questions.”

“Then use it.”

Mikoto tied her wrists together with the silk.

Kushina tested it once.

Then her bound arms went around Mikoto’s neck and hauled her straight back down.

“Kushina—”

The rest disappeared into the kiss.

When she finally broke the kiss, Mikoto glared at her. “You’re supposed to be restrained.”

Kushina tugged the silk again. “My hands are.”

Mikoto shoved Kushina’s thighs completely apart and slid two fingers deep into her soaking wet pussy. Kushina opened her mouth with another smart remark ready, but Mikoto curled her fingers hard against her G-spot, cutting the sentence off halfway through.

Kushina’s breath hitched.

Mikoto repeated the motion, dragging her knuckles through the slick wetness. Kushina tried again to speak and produced nothing but a high, helpless moan.

Mikoto smiled. “What happened?”

“Fuck you,” Kushina finally managed, her nails digging into Mikoto’s back through the silk binding.

“Much better.” Mikoto picked up the pace, pumping her fingers in and out of the tight, gripping meat while her thumb circled Kushina’s swollen clit.

Kushina jerked against the restraint, cursing when it stopped her from getting the leverage she wanted. “Take this damn thing off.”

Mikoto ignored her for another few seconds, keeping her fingers moving just to be infuriating.

“Mikoto.”

Mikoto pulled her hand out, loosened the silk, and tossed it toward the box. The instant her hands were free, Kushina grabbed Mikoto’s hips and rolled them heavily into the cushions.

“You waited until I untied you,” Mikoto accused, breathless.

Kushina laughed against her cheek. “And it worked.”

She snatched the vibrator off the mat and jammed the buzzing silicone directly against Mikoto’s clit through the soaked fabric of her panties. Mikoto gasped, her back arching off the floor as Kushina plunged two fingers into her dripping cunt. Kushina pumped her hand relentlessly, grinning as Mikoto’s inner walls clenched hard around her knuckles.

Mikoto tightened her jaw against the overwhelming vibration on her clit. She pushed her fingers deeper into Kushina and deliberately pressed her other forearm across Kushina’s throat, pinning her down. Kushina opened her mouth with another remark.

Whatever she’d been about to say never made it out. “Don’t you fucking smile.”

“My face?” Mikoto asked innocently.

By then, the sake cups were forgotten and the sample box was kicked against the wall. Kushina opened her mouth to argue, but nothing came out except a rough, desperate breath.

Mikoto stayed right on the spot that made Kushina’s hips jerk. She kept the rhythm punishing and deep. Kushina caught at her hair, pulling her down as her thighs locked like a vice around Mikoto’s arm. Her pussy clamped down violently, and she came with a hoarse, ragged cry, hot cum gushing over Mikoto’s knuckles and splashing onto the mat as her hips shuddered uncontrollably.

Mikoto slowed her fingers, letting her ride it out.

Kushina lay there shivering, but the second Mikoto started to pull away, Kushina grabbed her by the hips and hauled her right back down.

She pressed the vibrator harder against Mikoto’s soaking crotch, trapping her against the mat. Mikoto swore, but the word dissolved into a loud, broken moan. Her hands dug into Kushina’s shoulders, her hips bucking helplessly against the buzzing silicone as the orgasm ripped through her, wringing a harsh cry from her throat.

The buzzing finally stopped.

For several seconds, the room was completely quiet except for their ragged breathing. Kushina was still sprawled half across Mikoto, and neither woman made any effort to move.

Kushina was the first to lift her head and look around at the absolute disaster they had made of the sitting room. “Good girls’ night.”

Mikoto slowly turned her head toward her. “Nobody hears about this.”

“Obviously.”

Mikoto let her head fall back onto the mat and closed her eyes.

Kushina let her lie there for a few seconds. “Same time next week?”

Mikoto covered her face with one hand.

Kushina waited.

A long sigh escaped from behind the hand. “Two weeks.”

Kushina burst out laughing, and Mikoto threw the nearest cushion directly at her head.