Yes, and then some.

Jessica has played with you before, but the nature of her power means you can't really build up much of a resistance to it. Any stamina you may think you have falls apart under the overwhelming sensation her breath instills, and all it takes is one of her fingers running slowly up your shaft to put you over the limit. Gripping fistfuls of the grass underneath you, you buck your hips with a moan, shooting your load directly into... fabric? Rather than letting it fly and fall freely, Jessica has grabbed... oh. Jessica, very 'thoughtfully', is holding your discarded boxers over your cock, letting them get soaked rather than either of the two of you. You fall back breathing heavily, happy at least for the release, but your breath hitches as your brain once again gets flooded with pleasure. This time, not the cool air, but warm, wet, and-- you buck again, pushed to orgasm but shooting blanks with no time to reload-- Jessica's tongue sliding up and down your supernaturally sensitive shaft.

"Ah, fuck! Jessica, please, stop!" you try to push past the stars in your eyes, but Jessica's hands, and the long, pointed nails at the end of them press ever so slightly into the skin around the base of your cock and balls, ready to dig in deep at any resistance. All you can do is lay back and try not to shout, fingers digging into the soil under you as Jessica pumps up and down with her lips, traces circles around the head of your cock with her tongue, slow, fast, slow again. Each dry orgasm drives you more and more into a complete haze, your eyes screwed shut as she, or so it feels, licks you raw, pleasure and pain blurred past a level where you can tell the difference.

By the time Jessica feels satisfied making you squirm, you have no idea how much time has actually passed. All you feel is a sudden absence of sensation, Jessica pulling away, before you wince at the sharp pangs that come with her wiping you off, again with your now-unwearable boxers, before standing up.

"Someone looks like they had a good time~" Jessica smiles, looking down at her work. You don't have the energy in you to do more than murmur, your brain trying to draw itself out of a dopamine haze long enough to connect any two thoughts together, but you at least manage to turn your head to catch her putting her shirt back on, and nudging your shorts closer to you. "Try not to take too long, John, the whistle to come in is gonna blow soon. Don't want anyone to come looking and find you like this!" With a wink and a kiss blown back at you, Jessica walks back onto the track, though not before she tosses your soaked boxers into the trashcan next to the bleachers. It takes another few minutes before you can manage the climb to your feet, shuffling your shorts back up. You wince again at the way your cock head slides across the fabric, though whether it's from Jessica's power or just everything it's been through at this point, you can't tell. You limp out into the open just in time to catch the coach's whistle blowing, Jessica having long since moved on, and as you return inside you just hope you can get through the rest of the day with a hair trigger, a painfully empty tank, and no underwear.